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Friday November 8th 2019.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 9, 2019 by Rhyl Folk Club

Tonight was our Remembrance evening, with the return of  our “regular” (?) Master of Ceremonies and photographer. I’m sorry if that bear offended anyone with his blog last week, I’ll try to keep him away from the website in future.

In a Corbyn style cop-out, EmCee put Jeff on first and said it would be up to the turns to put someone else on after them.

Jeff did a guitar solo to open. It wasn’t meant to be but his guitar was so loud, we couldn’t hear any voice. A result? Jeff’s autobiography is “coming on”, he has now reached the age of 27 with it. How does it end?

Jeff put Mike on next, and what a stunning set; “D Day Dodgers” and “Green Fields of France”. Ok, you’ve heard the world and his mother sing that one, but have you heard it better?

Thankfully, Mike had the sense to tell me I would be up next after his first song. Note to EmCee – we do like to know when we’re going on.

After much cajoling and promises of the pleasure of my body, I’d persuaded the missus to get her fiddle out, practise and do a spot.

A couple of minor hiccups due to the nerves, but went down a treat. A rousing “Santiano” was followed by the gentle Scott Skinner slow air, written in 4/4 but we play it in 3/4, “Music o’ Spey”. Most agreed that the tosser with the guitar detracted from her playing.

I decided that Brian should follow. His set contained strong language and violence; most wars do. “When this bloody war is over” was followed by Anna Shannon’s “Out of the Gold”, a story of 3 horses, taken away for WW1, never to return.

Adrian “the bells” West had been for a haircut. How did they find any to cut? At least at his Kurdish barbers’ he wouldn’t be bumping into Trump – well, the Kurds weren’t with us on D-Day were they?

There was extreme violence in his song “Bill Norrie”,when the jealous husband lopped off the young bloke’s head and chucked it to his missus,  shouting  “catch  the  ball!” Turned out to be his wife’s illegitimate son’s head. Who write’s this stuff?

Alun was full of snot and had a burnt finger (so no guitar). A set of “Lest We Forget” (wot ‘e rote) and “Tommy’s Lot” in keeping with tonight’s theme.

Geoff Durno hasn’t been with us for a good few weeks, having a leaky valve fixed. Unfortunately the valve was in his leg, not his cistern and he assures us it was a very painful procedure. Vaughn Gething regrets he cannot afford anaesthetics. Geoff now has to capo up 4 frets with his new falsetto voice. Looking well, though, Geoff – nice photo from Ruth.

The Break.

Jeff’s donation to tonight’s raffle was a selection of dog toys from the market.

Part 2 started off with T Gwyn reading Laurence Binyon’s “For the Fallen”, with Alun playing The Last Post on Cornet, and a minute’s silence as we remembered the loss of life.

There was time for one more each, except Alun who also sang this week’s request song, “Mise Raifteiri”. Next week’s request is for me to do “Jehova’s Witness at the door” . It won’t be happening – after you’ve been doing a song for years it ceases to be funny. It’s a request, not a command.

All in all, a night of poignant, beautifully crafted songs, well sung. Brian can be heard doing one of them at the end. We narrowly escaped being told (no doubt at length) about EmCee’s new book about cod. Next week is another “Free Beer Friday”.

On Saturday, 16th November, at Rhuddlan Community Centre, there is a tea & cakes do (and some music from Alun), in memory of Val, raising money for her charities. I still can’t believe we’ve lost Val. Every week I expect to see her walk in, laughing all over her face, saying “Fooled You!” She’s left a big hole in all our lives.

 

Friday November 1st 2019

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 2, 2019 by Rhyl Folk Club

‘Tis I, Robshaw, your club mascot, bringing the blog to you this week. A welcome change from the sycophant who usually writes this page; I might look cuddly but I tell it like it is.

Tonight we had a special guest, or at least, we had a guest, in the form of Keith Price, for some reason always popular at the club.

Keith enjoys coming to North Wales, as he can spend the afternoon, nose pressed to the glass of the showroom window, drooling over the expensive, shiny, high performance mobility scooters inside, way beyond the financial reach of a Folkie.

Over the course of the evening , Keith played several musical instruments, as well as a violin. Let’s have a vote. If you think the violin is a musical instrument, phone 0952261, if not phone 0952262. Calls cost £35 plus network charges. Make sure you have the bill payer’s permission. All proceeds from this premium line go to me.

AWR had no free beer this week, but the usual numpties filled in the time before the main turn for no alcoholic reward.

Keith Price is, to be fair, a cheerful chappie, who doesn’t need any PA. , having a big gob, although some short arses at the back had difficulty actually seeing him, as he sits on a small chair to perform. They didn’t miss much on that score. Hardly a babe magnet.

He opened with “Byker Hill” to get everyone singing, and we didn’t really stop till half time. I grudgingly have to admit that he was reasonably adept with his instruments; in a Pete Townshend moment, he trashed one of his melodeons. Thankfully it was a very old one and a drop of Araldite should fix it. Lots of banter between the songs and tunes which always goes down well.

Most of the songs were traditional, with a very smutty version of Robbie Burns’  “Green grow the rashes ” thrown in for the benefit of the naughty children on the back row. I was puzzled by one song which appeared to be about someone having a Transient Ischaemic Attack (small stroke), called T.I.A. Strokes are to be avoided at all cost in Wales, as the Welsh Ambulance Service no longer regards them as an emergency under their new easy peasy targets. He strayed off piste at the end with “Shine on harvest moon”. Being a soft toy with limited mobility, I had to sit through an encore of “My blue heaven”, which most of the punters were still singing (out of tune) as they went out of the door.

On the whole, not a bad night I suppose.

If, for any reason you want to hear Keith, here’s Byker hill, with the audience trying to drown him out.

Friday October 25th 2019.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 26, 2019 by Rhyl Folk Club

Firstly, a bit of housekeeping. The good news is that our venue appears to be safe, with Tynewydd being taken over by another organisation. There was a Committee meeting last week, where all your suggestions were discussed. We will be having a charity night for Val, probably on March 6th, funds to be given to the Air Ambulance. We are looking at dates for nights out to Neal & Shereen’s club in Old Colwyn and also the Mucky Duck. Please keep your ideas rolling in. Much as I would like to, we can’t enforce a dress code and prevent the wearing of shorts.

Tonight we were all singing each other’s songs – a theme which worked unbelievably well. The regular performers are given in brackets. Adrian began with “Bogie’s Bonnie Belle”( JS ), then “Roll Alabama, Roll” (BB), with some gob iron inbetween.

Alun gave us his version of “Sally Gardens” (BB and MH), beautifully sung with a triffic guitar accompaniment. This week’s request was for “Bridget O’Malley”. I think the last time I heard this was in our lounge, well oiled, when we lived in Rhyd Y Foel (19 years plus). It’s on at the end for you to savour. “Lovely Nancy” (BB) rounded off the set.

Normally I make a pig’s ear out of stuff I play regularly. How come I breezed through “Forever Young” (JB), “Hiring Fair” (ARJ) and “Streets of London” (Everybugger), without a hitch when I only do them every few years?

Mike has been given some stick the last couple of weeks for (allegedly) nicking other people’s songs. As Alun said, we all nick ’em from somebody. His first set comprised “Early Morning Rain” (JS), “A Sailor’s Life” (BB) and the always popular “Who knows where the time goes”.

It has been some weeks since Mel graced us with his presence, and he’s been much missed. See the polish marks on his Gibson! He sadly has not enough to fill his life in retirement as he must have time to read this garbage every week and was aware of tonight’s theme. “What’s the Use of Wings” (ARJ) and “This Old Guitar” (GD).

The break.

With T Gwyn away, Jeff opened part 2, after AWR had recited some Henry V (Bill Shakes) to celebrate St. Crispin’s Day.

Jeff entertained us with “Canadee I O” (MH) and “Whisky in the jar”(Everybugger). He told the same gag twice (nobody laughed the first time round – nor the second).

Desperate for a free beer, Adie, told a load of gags. Great to see a new face up front. Most of his jokes were pretty good too. (Most, not all!).

Next week we have the pleasure of Keith Price, so move your bums from the fireside and get down to Tynewydd. Robshaw has asked me if he can do the blog next week – he’s not a bear to shrink away from giving his opinions – do I trust him to do it?

Close your eyes and listen to Alun and let your blood pressure drop.

Friday October 18th 2019.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 19, 2019 by Rhyl Folk Club

AWR was setting new sartorial standards; wearing a tie!

There was still the promise of a free bottle of Welsh beer for anyone doing a spot. Glenys did some lap dancing, but it didn’t count as she wasn’t on stage.

Three form me to start – may not have been up to much, but it got me a bottle.

Alun’s “Ride on” is surely the definitive version. He followed this with “Fanny Power” (make up your own gags), leading into”Sweet Nightingale”. I think he learnt his Cornish accent from watching Doc Martin on the telly.

On a quiet night, Andrew had plenty of “on this day” anecdotes, even dragging up my (in)famous appearance in the Daily Post when they uploaded my answer phone message from the surgery – a 2 minute rant about Blair’s new Dental contract, actually more about the dodgy dossier than dentistry. Earned me a practice inspection.  “Do you remember a van,Miranda” was a poem Andrew wrote about an ice cream van – Hilaire Beloc could be heard spinning in his grave.

When Jeff eventually started, it was worth the wait. S**t hot guitar work. “Maids when you’re young” started a downward spiral into filth, which was to pervade the whole night.

Rhyl Folk Club has never shied away from a completely tasteless song or joke. John Roberts stepped up to the plate to keep the standard. At rock bottom. Good gags though.

The break was upon us, with the usual variety of stuff in the raffle. Aussie John got the green wig. Suits you sir.

T Gwyn opened part 2. ” Childhood” was the other recurring theme of the evening; Gwyn read “Fern Hill”, and later a piece about Tiananmen Square, sadly still topical.

It was a quiet, intimate night on the whole, with Jeff rounding off with last week’s request, “If I could only fly”, ably assisted by Alun. I put in next week’s request, which was for Alun to do Bridget O’Malley – looking forward to it already. Don’t forget next week’s theme is “Songs that somebody else usually does”. I hear Adrian is practising “Leaving on a Jet Plane”.

Jeff wanted me doing “Blue Cockade” as this week’s track. No accounting for taste.

Review of 2018

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on December 28, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

No club this week so no blog, but AWR has put together some of the highlights (and a few lowlights) of 2018. WELL worth watching.

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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