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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 13th November 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 14, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

Unlucky for some.

Now, before we start on tonight’s proceedings, I need to tell you of a little known fact. Actually, so little known that it was unknown until I made it up ten minutes ago.

You will all be aware of the incipient vaccination programme that is due to start in fifty days time. The jabs will be rolled out after you roll up your sleeves (geddit) on a strict priority basis. The allocation of this elixir will first of all be given to the sick, elderly, needy, frail, halt blah blah blah. Getting to the point, I have introduced a small and select by-pass allocation list that is super-easy to apply for. You may find that you are eligible and, indeed, meet the strict criteria. So, you can download the form and apply now!

In essence, the programme involves a carefully manoeuvred escalation in your personal status, such that you can get the jab for Xmas, what’s not to like? In order to exclude frivolous applications from, say, socialists or poor people, the application form is created to sift out useless, selfish and no-hope democrats. As a broad rule, banjo players need not apply. The form should be returned to my headquarters, which is still on Pennsylvania Ave., and must include (for applicants from the UK) a picture of JFW Turner. We will be in touch. My other modest proposal, which should ensure that I’m still in a job come February, can be found on P134 of the application form. Crowd funding, will make me great-still.

We were a little behind schedule and tried something new with the clap, that’s applause and not Neisseria. It is a complex pressing and unpressing of the space bar if you are on a Windows device. I’m hoping to report about Apple devices but don’t hold your breath.

The tapes came up on the Bladon Races. It is still remembrance week so it was appropriate to hear The Soldier’s Song. A fine rendition, and ,yes, we do remember. The Music of Spey was next. A nice one on the fiddle from Lesley. Are all fiddles violins and vice versa? Just asking. No jokes about fiscal malfeasance please.

Storm gave us the Phoenix Rise. The Man who used to Be followed. A sad tale of conscription and, unfortunately, death.

Ian Campbell was next up, when I had to go for wee, then we had The Lark. There are as many songs about birds as there are about ships, I’m sure.

Mike Davies had a shanty about earning money from performing, or not. It was really about keeping your hand on your h’penny as they used to say. The next one was about a hermit, I think.

Dafydd had a Harry Williams poem translated by a crossword enthusiast. He had a helpful display via the technology. In Welsh as well. T Gwyn’s Welsh bit as Alun put it was about Hedd Wyn. Da iawn indeed.  Hedd Wyn’s home near Trawsfynydd is open for visitors. The hobo song from John Prine was next. I still say that this mans genius is not appreciated as much as it should be.

Mike Hawkins was next with Geordie. The perils of being a poacher. We were over the the hills and far away next, courtesy of John Tam’s song about the Peninsular War. Chas and Dave were late again. Good excuse mind.

Natasha was in and we have a promise of a song from Margaret. Annette also promised to contribute soon. So, we will have contributions from the distaff side in the future. We have a positive commitment to getting more ladies on, so here’s hoping.

Carl had Dafydd y Garreg Wen. Essentially Welsh according to Alun. A fine voice.

Gaffer gave us a song of ambition in the services. Generals have to drink wine, don’t you know? And wear uniform. His next was a poaching song with the use of the crossword setters favourite three letter double def. that is gin. A stuffed partridge is not something you see every day.

Geoff Durno gave Sad Cloud, via the technology. A Seekers song don’t you know.

Brian had a shanty too. What Jamboree was a welcome home sort of song. It involved short-legged drawers. The next one was about an oil spillage, the Northumbria was leaking around the Scilly Isles as it were.

Alun brought the first half to a close with a Willie Nelson number. No bad thing at all, in my mind. French next or, more precisely, Breton. Le Pais is about the far west of la belle France.

David Hych had a sea-faring song. It involved drinking rum with an Irishman as far as I could make out.

The second half was what I used to call at Tynewydd a wham bam and thank you maam, in that there is no chat, no twiddling, and only four verses. In that spirit, we had Ralph McTell favourite of mine (and ARJ too) in Growing old with Naomi. Mike Davies had his version of perfection, It’s Hard to be Humble used to be so well received when Jeff used to do this one. We all enjoyed this version as well. Mike D is working his persuasive powers on a lady what he knows, so, watch this space. Mike Hawkins continued his J Tam theme with Lover’s Farewell.

T Gwyn strapped on his guitar with a George Jones song Just a Girl I used to Know. Gaffer dared to paraphrase the entire French language and Frere Jaques came in for a right beating. Brian had a video of Ceilidh days before an accordion farewell about Tommy’s Lot from Alun.

Another enjoyable evening with an audience drawn from near and far, and, more importantly, a promise from more than one of of our ladies in the audience. Women! We need you, you know you can, so come on, give us all a treat. We want to reflect the whole audience and would love to hear from more ladies. We have already a promise from Margaret and Jan, not together necessarily. So good night and we will see you next week.

Friday November 6th 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 7, 2020 by deputyfolk

Right then, this list is a fake list and you can’t make me. It is a well known fact that the list is illegal, rigged and corrupt. The list is a fraud and I am going to bring the considerable weight of the people to bear upon the court system. The list is a sham and a lie that I do not accept, unless I win- and win I will. We are going to count the votes for the list and everyone knows that only my list is the list that is not a fake list. Fake lists have dogged this system and it is unfair on all likeminded Amurcans who have a mind to accept the list wot they haven’t voted for anyway. If I win, then the list is fine and merely an expression of like-minded Amurcans who have a mind. Make the list great again, when it is my list, the only real list.

Talking of lists, this weeks recommendation is Gwenifer Raymond. Usually, as you know, I try to inculcate some proper music appreciation into you heathens by banging on about The Avett Brothers, Butch Hancock or even, heaven forbid Bruce Cockburn. But this week’s rec is the lady above who comes from the Ton’. My mam came from the Ton’, when it was a suburb of Cardiff. The Ton’ is where you get Castell Coch, a faux castle between Tongwynlais and Taff’s Well. The Garth mountain was at the back of the village where me mam lived. Now, of course, the Ton’ and Taff’s Well are all but assimilated into the urban sprawl of Cardiff. Her debut CD (2018) “You were never much of a Dancer” was well received, so give her new CD “Strange Lights over Garth Mountain” a go. Go on.

John gets us going with a warning about dwindling stocks of fish. A Ralph McTell number completed the opening pair. So we are off to a grand start. John W next with a plea to use our imagination. The levs next with The Boatman. They have played Rhuddlan Castle I’ll have you know. Carol’s verse was about the perils of public transport. Ian started in the line of fire. He followed up with his arrangement of Early One Morning. Very nice arrangement it was too. Bee gave us The Word. More thought provoking stuff. Dafydd gave us a Wilfred Owen poem. Anthem for Doomed Youth. Mike Hawkins next with Cliffs of Duneen. Second was our favourite remembrance song about Sgt McBride. Lisa and Steve continue to be challenged in the sound equipment dept. They sounded nearly there on sound check, but things went a bit awry I’m afraid. But-stop press- Natalia is back ! Gaffer had a song about a returning soldier. A meandering tale about a Lock-keeper’s tool and a slightly shorter tale about low dives and Mother-in laws. A tale of Kings of old England was written on an autobiographical basis. In the absence of a gear-box, much less a clutch the tale involved a list of deaths.

We then had our club’s annual remembrance commemoration with readings from Sheila and me and Alun on cornet.

A new face tonight, from Surrey, Mike Davies was very welcome. We hope he becomes another regular. He had a Stan Rogers song about a foundering vessel. The Mary Ellen Carter was new to us and hugely pleasing to hear. His next was about a young lady in the fields. Virgin country, I think he said. An Irishman, not known to me, Derek Ryan and his song Life is a River was, again, a real treat. All the better for being new to us, I’m sure. A desperately sad song about loss. Geoff Durno was next, via the technology and warp factor and delythium crystals. Geoff was on the zoom as well. Nice to see you Geoff. Ghosts (English) was followed by Brian Carter and his cover with extras of the Tom Paxton classic The Last thing on my Mind. His second was The Ballad of Barry and Freda, in the best tradition of Victoria Wood. He eschewed the prospect of houghmagandie for lagging the central heating pipes. He couldn’t do it. T Gwyn next with a welsh verse Y Pabi Coch. I D Hooson and his Red Poppy was short but sweet. Angels Watching over Me was next. A Jonathan Richman song.
Carl was next with a welsh lullaby, Suo Gan which is a fine song from way back. It can be heard in Spielberg’s Empire of the Sun. This was, again, a new song to most of us and an extra treat for that. Carl has a fine voice. Alun brought this evening of variety and entertainment to a half way stage with a song about an apple- you had to be there. Fine folk to the core.
Alun closed his pair with the beautiful and moving song about obligation and death. Thomas Edward Hoskins fell in the third battle of Ypres. The combination of Welsh and English somehow makes it even more sad than it already is.

Levity was required after the losses of the war to end all wars. John S did the one about the unbroken turtle. John W did a quick midnight special. Mike Davies had coal not dole, Chumbawamba I think. Mike Hawkins gave us Just as the tide was flowing. Eliza Carthy is a fine singer-songwriter from a fine family of artists. Alun had a jolly sing along song that we could contribute one and all. The advice to avoid marriage to more senior colleagues is sound indeed, irrespective of the (alleged) size of his ding doorum. And a good night one and all, see you next week. We may have a result by then, if I win. If the socialists steal the result, then I will see you in court.
Here’s is last night’s recording:

Friday 30th October 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 31, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

DISCLAIMER: No offence is meant by any similarities drawn in this weeks work of fiction (sorry, this partially factual blog).

A few weeks ago I wrote the blog around the “Little Boxes” song; this week, I give you “The Muppets”, those funny little puppets that appeared on our screen around the mid 70’s.

The night began as usual with host Alun and co host John conducting the sound check. Sitting high in their balconies like a pair of vultures, they throw out comments they think are clever, but admittedly, usually harmless. Coming back week after week, commentating on and organising the evenings line up, they secretly love the attention and power.

Off to a flyer then, Mike AKA Gonzo The Great, stuntman of the club, fired himself out of a cannon. Consummate showman that he is, he dusted himself off for Peggy Gordon and Canadee-io.

Stuart up next, with Yellow is the Colour and Donovan’s Josie. Stuart claimed he had no fear of Josie, but we all know who rules the roost in that house. Edna’d make a formidable Miss P. I can see her delivering a few well placed karate chops.

Dafydd and Bee had a new look on their PC. Some fancy lighting made them look like they were taking part in Queens’ Bohemian Rhapsody video. Dafydd’s Dychwelyd or Return was about the everlasting peace that is death, while Bee’s seasonal offering, Voices of Autumn, was evocative and stunning.

Ian Campbell next, with 2 lovely songs, both new to me, I’d tell you what they were called, but I don’t think he shared that information with us. John likes Ian’s relaxed easy style, which he has compared to that of our own Geoff Durno. Spooky, or what? on this, near Hallow’s Eve, that Ian left around 9.30 and Geoff appeared a few minutes later. Have they been seen on the same room together?

Sam the Eagle, or Storm, identifying as his country’s national symbol. Sam is somewhat disapproving and was unmoved by Storm’s additional verses to last weeks Halloween Under the Bed song. Muted and Hoping were more offerings along the seasonal line.

John Warburton and Carole were next, one from Light of the Dawn and one of his own from John and another seasonal offering from Carole in A Young Man’s Autumn Walking, painting more pictures in our heads. These 2 must surely be Zoot and Janice throwbacks to the 60’s. Can you play the sax John? Gaffer has a plastic one as I remember.

Dave Hytch, his Halloween offering, The 2 Magicians, came complete with corpses. Dave’s investment in a new computer benefitted us all, his sound and video so much richer and clearer, in fact we could see all of him on screen tonight. Money well spent there.

JS was Waltzing For Dreamers, he can only dream of being asked on Strictly, but I’ve seen his dancing! The Loch Tay Boat Song completed quite a nice set. (I can’t be too complimentary, he might get to expect praise instead of my usual criticism.)

Away from the performances, the renaming fairy had been hard at work throughout the evening, our boxes now included Sober John Warbs, The Parker Knoll’s, Edna’s Slave and The Better Late Than Never Jenkins. – You had to be there-

T Gwyns video Ffydd or Faith, came without English subtitles, which made him even more like the Swedish Chef. “Ooopy doopy” did you ever understand a word he said? Filth with Betjemen’s Senex pleased John. With no image on his 2nd, poor Gwyn obviously had the Gremlins in .

Aussie John lived up to Fozzie Bears reputation of terrible comedian, with a joke about a couple of Australians. Listen to it on the recording.

Carl gave us Gently Johnnie my Jingilio- no I haven’t made it up- apparently it means Gypsy. Anyway a lovely song, well sung and played.

Bet you can’t guess who was next! Even without a drumkit it couldn’t be anyone other than Gaffer. He apparently had a poster of De Gaulle on his wall as a child (explains it all) and his American Blues spot was something to be heard.

With a talent for the banjo and an oddly pleasant singing voice, Alun didn’t do “It’s not easy being green” He did do one wot he rote 33 years ago, he has a long memory, followed by Seth Davey with his dancing dolls. His last one of the night Ar Lan Y Mor won’t help Wales today against the Mighty Scots.

Round again, with time for one more: Mahna Mahna do do do do do Mahna Mahna do do do do … (as The Muppets would sing)

Another good night well sung, hear it all here again on the recording

Today’s blog was brought to you courtesy of Scooter, the glue that holds the evening together. Always in the background with advice and clipboard. Well someone has to make sure the show goes on!

Friday October 23rd 2020.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 24, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

Sorry, it’s JS blogging this week. Last night was definitely “Ladies Night”, with no less than 6 of the female persuasion contributing musically.

Ann Jones (Adie’s wife) had joined us during the soundcheck, and thanked us for the messages she had received. Adie’s funeral is at the crem. at 2.00 next Thursday, although with the regs. none of us can attend. He is “going out” to “Great Balls of Fire”.

I kicked off with a couple. Look, I can only please so many people in a day; next week’s not looking too good either. Lesley followed with “Miss Rowan Davies” on fiddle.

Margaret put in a gorgeous set – where have you been all these years? One unaccompanied and one with some very nice guitar from Stuart. Stu’s own set was Beatles (what can you expect from a house full of Scousers?). When she got off her phone, Abi (despite Stuart having detuned a couple of strings) turned in a predictably stunning set. Marg then went back to her Black Country roots as Stuart plugged in his Stratocaster and they belted out Slade’s “Cum on feel the noize”. It’s all on the video! *

Storm, over in the USA ( I can’t spell Massachusetts) told an uplifting story about a cannibal who threw up what he’d eaten and inspected the result.

Ian joined us from Kent, with a very nice song entitled “A Cotswold Poem”. I always enjoy his relaxed style.

Birthday Boy Mike next. Claims he’s 74, but I reckon that’s his showbiz age. Either that or he’s had a hard life down the pit. He’s still got some colour in his hair ( he’s still got hair! I hear some cry), but I suspect it’s from a bottle.

Bee told us what we all know but don’t like to admit. Not that some of us colour our hair, but that the planet is buggered. Dafydd then put on an unfathomable accent for a Ramblin’ Syd Rumpo classic, “Green Grow my Nadgers O”.

Gaffer only did the one. He described it as “Not so much a song as a community project” – “The Great socks of Europe”. I’m not saying it was lengthy, but Margaret had time to drive back home from her bubble with the scousers, log in and join us again before the end. She’s from West Bromwich.

I’ve never physically met John and Carole, but they are such warm people, I feel I’ve known them half my life. John again sang one of his sentimental songs while Carole read her poem “The Deer”; she can paint such vivid pictures with her verse.

Brian from Sussex tells us he was a dancer (including ballroom, Scottish Country and pole) for 50 years and has only been singing for 5 months. I haven’t heard “Ghost Chickens in the Sky” on the recording yet. Probably mayhem.

Dave Hyche had better internet this week and we got a couple out of him in his big deep Paul Robeson voice. In return he got free property valuation on a house in Essex from Glenys (Disclaimer: property values can vary week to week and Glenys is unsure where Essex is, although she believes her elbow is in the middle of her arm and her ………)

We still had a shedload of people to get through. T Gwyn’s Welsh offering was “Caer Bwlch Y Clawdd” – (“The hill fort – but you all knew that). The Welsh stuff is much more accessible with a rolling translation, but I miss the Betjeman.

Steve and Lisa still have major sound problems, which is a shame as I really wanted to join in with “Liverpool Lou”.

Carl has quickly become a very welcome participant, in the chat as well as with his voice ( and very acceptable guitar work). “Leaving of Liverpool” (always a good decision) is one we often sing en masse at the end of the night.

The Jenkins twins sang about the other side of Jordan, who we now know as best selling author Katie Price (Keith’s twin sister). Not an easy one to sing, but grudgingly I have to admit they did an above average job.

The last turn! Alun had taken his banjo off the wall, dusted it off, tuned it up (always a relative term with a banjo) and knocked out “Saints and Sinners”. The accordion went with “It made me the man that I am”. I always thought it was the booze and snacks that made him the man that he is.

Don’t forget the clocks go back tonight.

*Ok, I made up the bit about Slade.

Answers to Andrew’s Whisky quiz :- bourbon, scotch, still, dram, rye, blend, single, double, grain, malt, barrel, peat, cask.

Wow! A lot to get through. Here’s the recording.

Friday 9th October 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 10, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

Hello and good day to you all. Here is my version of the deeds of daring do from last night at the zoom folk night of Rhyl Folk Club.
We will start with the whimsy. Inspired by Lesley’s fine tutorial last week, I have called todays mini quiz- Usquebaugh. There are thirteen whisky-related words that have been inoculated into this report. They are hidden in plain sight, look for spelling “mistakes”, solecisms and tortured
Answers next week.

Five past eight and Alun is behind schedule, already a baker’s dozen and that’s not including Sheila or Lesley. John off first, resplendent in purple shirt, with Santy Ano. You may guess that there are a hatful of different spellings of this one. A sheep farmer left with little choice but to commit arson was next. A bit like a harbour bonfire, but not quite. The red sky serving to scotch any rumour of accidental conflagration.

Stewart had Folsom Prison Blues meaning I Still Miss Someone. Dylan to finish, no drama, no crisis. All good stuff and a great start.

John Warburton’s self-penned appeal to Mr Politician to see the single vision of misery and poverty. John’s double was completed by the desire to be free, by the sound of the sea. Carol casts her weary eye over the perils of public transport. Bus Stop was an affectionate memory of pouring rain.

Ian Campbell was next, with a song he never introduced, but thanks to ARJ, who recognised a Roxette song. The next song was a gentle song about the subtle smell of herb lending aromas to an overnight camp.

Gaffer next with a sartorial tale of an Irishman who was never going to be a normal tailor.

Mike Hawkins next with Eric Bogle’s Now I’m Easy. The etymology of the word cockie is interesting and nothing to do with what you think. Courting is a pleasure next, always a favourite. Sheila Hawkins was a breath of fresh air with affectionate memories of playing out and Crackerjack. Written by David Wood about back in the day where a bar relied on beer and skittles.

Geoff Durno gave us a Spinners song about the Ffestiniog railway
and the power of gravity. Skin was next with a plea to take care of it.

Lisa and Steve next, who had sound issues last time. Hope attends their contribution this evening. Caledonia is a lovely song, a treat. Steve lead with lay my money down. Panic as keys rattle the cell door.

Jan Jenkins had a lovely poem by Jenny Joseph about John’s shirt. Chas had a Harding rendition of the little known adventures of Napoleon in the Northwest whilst sticking his hand up his vest.

Carl had the haunting and poetic tale of Cock Robin. The epitome of folk songs, death and destruction, deceit and duplicity.

T Gwyn had Cwyn y Gwynt, the complaining wind.

From near Hadrian’s Wall we had next, Phil Harley with a sad song about a honey gray mare. And another that I didn’t know, I’m sorry.

Dafydd was next with Gwyneth Lewis’s Half. Michael Morgan’s Disappearance of my me. Enigmatic stuff about self. Bee sang this week about coming home. Strong stuff, stirring stuff.

Alun brought the first half to a close. A good selection of all things folk from start to finish, well done everyone. The queen and the soldier preceded the
accordion. Jez Lowe’s Dandelion Clocks- always a favourite, both live and on cd.

This accursed Covid and lockdown privations has cost us the real pleasure of live performance. Thus the first half became whole, as one you may say.
Mr Bojangles next by RBC circa gk. Which is short for God Knows. Good night.

Friday 2nd October

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 3, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

and Zoom, the club saver, is still keeping us going. To some people, the screen makes them think of The Muppets, others, “Little Boxes” and this week it took me back to Celebrity Squares. Who remembers that one? It’s a bit hard to play noughts and crosses though when people keep shifting round the screen.


  • Is social distancing possible inside a laptop screen?
  • Are there perspex screens between the boxes?
  • Will we be fined for crossing the county borders?
  • and Am I breaking the rule of 6 having 30 odd people in my living room?

So on to the night, John started us off with The Calico Printer’s Clerk, one of my fav’s, I’ll be singing that one all day, followed by The Island of Sorrows a common theme of lost loves there.

Edna’s I pad was up next. Tonight it conjured up 2 performers for us. Stu started with Donovan’s Universal Soldier and went on to The Letter. We didn’t hear much of Stuart in the club – zoom and lockdown have done us a favour there. Another benefit, a face rarely seen followed in the form of Abi, who gave us an exceptional version of a song well known to us and then Unchained Melody. –


  • Was there a coup in place?
  • Did Stuart steal JW’s song ?
  • and was Mike really going to do Who Knows Where the Time Goes?

Dafydd had a poem about St Michael’s Summer. He had been busy this week researching the possibilities of zoom and had learned to screen share. Luckily we got the Welsh – English translation of the poem and not the contents of his spam folder! Bee had a little ditty of her own called Thanks, a cheerful alternative.

John W – recently returned from Cornwall, did he leave the pink guitar behind? It would have been perfect for Donovan’s Mr Tambourine Man and The Hill. He was unseated and frankly upstaged by Carole’s Cedric The Seagull.


  • Who thinks seagulls are cute?
  • and Why on earth would you feed them?

Mike got his turn eventually, bet he wished he was on first tonight! He could have sung the songs he’d been practising all week. Still, in the long running folk tradition of borrowing songs he got his own back, with Come By The Hills and A Song For Ireland. As good, if not better than other versions.

Carl had a Parting Glass for us, a lovely song that really suited his voice, another one John won’t be attempting again!

T Gwyn’s video of Cyn Torri’r Cawg Aur and live rendition of a Dorothea Mackellar poem entitled My Country reduced John Roberts to tears.

On next to The Gaffer, who doesn’t need a microphone or zoom to be heard across the county lines. Ramblin’ Rosie and Deadly Dudley sounded like they belonged in the Wacky Races. Followed by a mercifully short one, where I’m sure he said Lord Horatio’s semen was drowned??

Chas and Dave

Another pair who have long hidden their light under a bushell, Chas and Jan, or Chas and Dave as they will now be known had song about William The Conquerer and definitely the prize for best harmonies of the night.

Crikey are we still on the first round? Alun had not only borrowed, but much changed Codi’r Angor and after turning down his beer volume finished the first half with Black is the colour.

Well that’s enough of lists of performers and songs suffice to say that the second half continued similarly with one or 2 exceptions and additions.

Matthew “Chopper” Jenkins dare we ask how he got that nickname? (Perhaps he had one of those bikes with raised handlebars as a child) was another treat given to us by zoom. Rivers by Frank Turner and Cowboy Chorus nice to see our second “young” person of the night.

Some mad Scottish woman then lectured us on Whisky. Dafydd joined in the spirit of the piece by pouring himself a dram of the best. He obviously took it all on board, using his wine glass in place of a tulip shaped tumbler.

Don’t blame me for your hangover this morning Daf.

It was lovely to see Geoff Durno, who dropped in for a while. Hope your thumbs get better soon, I love hearing you sing.

Final Question:

Was Geoff really in a purple haze, or had I had too much of the amber nectar?

The full goings on can be seen here in the recording.

Have a good week and hope to see you all again next time.

Friday September 25th 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on September 26, 2020 by deputyfolk

Hey ho and another Friday night in semi-lockdown, with a keen anticipation of a splendid evening of fun and laughter through song, ode and whimsy.

New, to me is the arrival of Brian (from Sussex), that’s the county not the pub in our high street. And Storm has returned, that’s not a meteorological prediction, it is the welcome return of our poet from Mass. USA. The sound check involved a three-way tutorial on the benefits (!) of directional microphone technology zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Where was I? Stuart having to lend his crisps to Edna and sound checks having to wait for David H to re-assemble his microphone. Steve and Lisa seemed to have two, yes, two microphones. Dafydd is giving it a miss tonight.

So I’ll press the mute all button and away we go.

Steve Earle is, and always will be, a great start . Next was  Loudon Wainwright’s sad and moving tale of the heart-breaking explanation (to a child) of the breakdown of a relationship.

Stuart gave us a real treat with the Eve of Destruction. More please Stu, how about David McWilliams? I forget what that was called. Cat Stevens was next and as fine a pair from Stuart as you’d get in a day’s march. Mike Hawkins was next with Cruel. Kate Rusby has a fine back catalogue that deserves a wider cover amongst our “turns”. Mike finished his pair with the tale of white slavery, when we used to send prisoners to the New World. Virginia is a beautiful song about a system that none of us should be proud.

T Gwyn celebrated Glenys’s thrilling news of the new arrival of Iago, her grandson. The Treasure by Hooson was a treat and dedicated to the child who will be treasured by all. A John Prine standard was next. That’s if standard can ever be attached to John Prine songs. Far from Me – just like a diamond ring.

A minor spat ensued with regard the raffle and Bread and various falling-down water, Adrian set the cat among the pigeons by revealing a dark chocolate orange. A dark chocolate orange has never been seen at Tynewydd before. Alun regarded the sight of said confection as a prompt to offer any favour for its swap. Best move on to new boy Brian, welcome aboard to the Blackpool line, a somewhat staccato performance due to internet stutter. His next was I’m a Rover. Storm’s advice to blank off his picture, Brian’s not Storm’s you idiot. Seldom sober but always thinking, this was a sound wheeze which gave his sound enough bandwidth while we lost the pleasure of his phizog. Who knew? Every day is a school day!

Over the pond now to Storm with his self-penned contributions. The first was about the pleasures of song and instruments. The brightness in his mind. The next was a tribute to Ruth Ginsberg. Her recent demise has been mourned by all adherents of justice and fair play.

David Hych gave us the song that only reveals its title in the last four words of its lyrics.

His Bobness is always welcome, as too, is J Cash. A nice pair from DH again .A class double . Gaffer up next with a true story that may have been embellished slightly. The tale about Brenda and her lad (eldest). I went for a wee and couldn’t pick up the thread of the next one about landlords and whores. I’m confused.

Steve and Lisa were up next. The autoharp introduced the Lonnie Donegan classic. It Takes a Worried Man used to be a favourite on the radio at Sunday lunch-time. His Bobness made his second appearance of the evening- You Make Me Feel my Love. Alun was the one to bring up the rear, as it were. A Carole King song made famous by some jobbing folkie called James Taylor. You’ve Got a Friend is probably his most famous song wot he didn’t writ. Everybody knows it. David Wilcox’s Language of the Heart was the song to bring the first half to a close. A two hour jamboree of entertainment and song. Thanks are due to all the performers who were all on song tonight. I’ve just remembered The Days of Pearly Spencer. Stuart’s homework for next week. No pressure.

We lurch into the second half with a menagerie from Llanwellyn. Mike restored order with the illicit whiskey industry. Copper Kettle brought to mind the image of pale blue smoke drifting between the trees of the forests on the eastern seaboard. Storm gave us the commercial break with a plea NOT to sing the jingle for the products on the shelf. T Gwyn was slipped in out of order. He had the oldest baby in the world, but was interrupted by Alun’s enquiry with regard the whereabouts of Terry Mckenna. He of the famous blue guitar. Good point, Alun. ARJ to contact him with admonishments and threats etc. Gaffer next up with a rhyming system which involved a juxtaposition of screwing with ruin. Steve and Lisa were, once again, scuppered by b/b issues. They were unable to turn their picture off, with the unfortunate loss of sound to their contribution. We rounded off the wholly enjoyable evening with Alun and his commercial for Amazon and their condensation mike, don’t ask. The larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day. The song was a fitting metaphor for the evening, being pleasant and delightful.

Keep taking the tablets, stay safe, see you all next week.

ps Gaffer has a concertina- ye Gods!!

Here’s last night’s recording:


Friday September 18th 2020.

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

It’s back to JS blogging this week as I’ve to get to grips with a new WordPress editor. As always with me, it’s nothing but the bare facts.

The first “turn” was a celebration of tone deafness, ham-fisted guitar work and general musical ineptitude ie. I started.

Moving swiftly on to T Gwyn. His electrical stuff was now working, so we could hear him with some clarity, although the pick up in the guitar Alun sold him (off-loaded is probably the word I’m looking for) was still a bit iffy.

T Gwyn

Folk music’s answer to Delia Smith, Gaffer, made pease puddin’. It actually seemed to take the 9 days. This was followed by the full version of the song about various creatures urinating on us from a wall. It was much more entertaining than it sounds.

New Faces! Lisa and Steve joined us last night and what a joy they were. Playing banjo and Autoharp (I originally called it a zither but was fortunately corrected as I can’t spell zither). Their Zoom sound quality wasn’t, to be honest, the best. Two main problems – Lisa let Steve have the best mic and foolishly took Alun’s advice and lowered her mic toward the banjo. Zoom defaults to the loudest sound and a banjo is always going to win. They were great fun and I hope they’ll be back next week.

Glenys bored the arse off us with a photo of her just born grandson, who’s name she was unable to pronounce. We all love you to bits, Glenys and could see you were ecstatic with the new arrival. xxxx. Time to give up work?

Lesley (outside our back door)

Lesley read a Scots piece about seagulls the worse for the drink; it was originally a song but she ditched the tune and the chorus, the latter being particularly crap.

Mike was predictably note perfect. Sadly he won’t be this side of the turf much longer if he persists in taking the pee out of the Jocks. We now have a significant Scots presence (Lesley, Lisa and, it turns out, Ian). Despite their outwardly gentle demeanour, they are genetically programmed to be violent.

Carl turns up every week and we know him to be a member of Trelawnyd Male Voice Choir. I’d spotted him with a guitar and we got him to sing “My love is like a red, red, rose”. I’ve often thought about doing this one myself, but my voice is hopelessly inadequate. Carl’s isn’t. Lovely. Hopefully there will be more next week.

Ian (now in Kent), was born in Glasgow, but moved South to warmer, less violent climes at an early age. I don’t know what surprises me more. The fact that his father was a lion tamer or that I believe him. Even in the cold light of Saturday morning. This goes against Shepherd’s rules for life :-

  1. Believe nothing.
  2. Trust no one.
  3. Deny everything.
  4. Pass the buck.

Bee had some strong political stuff tonight. I don’t think she’s a fan of Boris and his mates, even with that lovely Mr Hancock in charge of health (it could be Grayling!!!). To provide balance, Gething is equally useless. Dafydd had something translated by a retired dentist. Nothing to do with me.

Alun and Gordon

Alun had had the Brasso out (other metal polishes are available) and “Gordon” was tuned up, given a shine and treated to a night off the wall. “Lass of Glenshee” to appease the St. Johnston supporters.

End of round 1. More of the same round 2, plus some truly terrible jokes from Adie.

I need to go and smarten up as the police say they want to interview me this morning. I don’t remember applying for a job there , but if the money is ok….

Watch it all again

Friday 11th September 2020

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

Being busy last night, helping John muting and un-muting and generally being his technical guru I had little time to note who sang what, where and when, so today’s blog has no relevance to what happened. It is rather tongue in cheek and based on a song covered by that famous American folkie Pete Seeger.

Rather than read it, you must sing it to the original tune.

Little boxes on the laptops
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the I pads
Little boxes all the same

There’s a Mike one and a John one
There’s a Moto 8 and an Edna one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the boxes
Though some went to University
They were all put in little boxes
And they all came out the same.

And there’s Doctors and Dentists
And a bloke who keeps animals
And they’ve all got Aran jumpers
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on their instruments
And drink from pewter tankards
And they all join in the choruses
With fingers in their ears.

And some they play guitars
And some they play harmonicas
And they all sit in their boxes
And they all look just the same.

And some they sing traditional
And some they read poetry
I hope they’ll be back next week
And they all do just the same.

There’s a Welsh one and a Scottish one
There’s an Kentish and a Cornish one
But I’ve had 10 pints of cider now
And they all sound just the same!

If you want to know what really happened you’ll have to wait and see if Alun has time to put the recording on You Tube when he returns from his well earned holiday.

It’s here!