Blog

Unfortunately the site has been discovered by spammers, so I am shutting down the blogging side of things. We still have the mailing list for session discussions. Oh, and if you’re a spammer reading this, you know where you can stick your monitor to do the most good, don’t you?

The rest of this page is as it was:-

This page is here for people to comment on the site, the sessions and anything else of relevance to English music, the sessions in Bath and Bradford on Avon and the musicians who play in them. I will keep an eye on the comments and remove any that don’t meet these criteria (this is mostly intended for the possibility of  spam comments. Hopefully that shouldn’t happen but I will remove them if they do happen).

Cheers,

Chris

12 thoughts on “Blog

  1. Chris, please add me onto your mailing list. I’ve become a “Regular” to the Bath session, traveling down from Cirencester with Mike H. As you know I play several instruments but it seems that my Octave Mandola seems favourite in the Anchor, with the rhythm pulling it together. Sadly I won’t be there this Wednesday as its my Retirement Party that night – I finish work on Thursday……….
    I hope to see you all in two weeks time all being well.
    Have fun
    Regards
    Brian

    • Right, you’re on. This seems a good place to say (since I forgot to say it elsewhere) that there is a mailing list for the two sessions. This enables me to keep everyone up to date with sudden developments (doesn’t happen too often, fortunately) and also acts as a forum for discussion about the session and music in general. I’ll put something sabout the mailing list on the site proper soon.

      Cheers,

      Chris

  2. I meant the Royal Oak, of course……………………

    Too many pubs, too many sessions…………;))

    • Well, as you probably know by now, I was over in Clacton helping with the house clearance after my father’s funeral. Anne tells me it was a good session. Wish I could have been there …

      Chris

  3. Hi all,
    I’ve been monitoring the Folk Trail, http://www.folktrail.com/ They haven’t a Session organised for Thursday April 21st when they arrive in Bath, but would very much like to attend one. Would it be possible to arrange a one off for them, – does anyone know of suitable alternative venues in Bath if the Oak is unavailable?
    Cheers,
    Mike.

    • OK, I’m working on this. I’ve spoken to the pub and left a message on the Folk Trail’s answerphone. If it’s going to happen, watch the mailing list!

      Chris

    • It’s going ahead! There will be an extra session at the Royal Oak on Thursday April 21st. We’ll be starting at 8.30 and the Folk Trail walkers will be joining us at about 9.00 pm.

  4. You would probably appreciate The Spoons Murder by Con O’Drisceoil:-

    In the tavern one night we were sitting
    I’m sure ’twas the last week in March;
    From our drinks we were cautiously sipping
    To ensure that our throats didn’t parch.
    We played music both lively and dacent
    To bolster our spirits and hopes,
    And we gazed at the females adjacent
    And remarked on their curves and their slopes.

    Til a gent wandered into the session
    And decided to join in the tunes:
    Without waiting to ask our permission
    He took out a large pair of soup-spoons.
    Our teeth in short time we were gritting
    As he shook and he rattled his toys,
    And the company’s eardrums were splitting
    With his ugly mechanical noise.

    Hopping spoons off our heads to provoke us
    He continued the music to kill;
    Whether hornpipes, slow airs or Polkas
    They all sounded like pneumatic drills.
    Then he asked if we’d play any faster
    As his talent he wished to display
    With a grin on the face of the bastard
    Like the cat as she teases her prey.

    Our feelings by now were quite bloody
    And politely we asked him to quit
    We suggested s part of his body
    Where those spoons might conveniently fit.
    This monster we pestered and hounded
    We implored him with curses and tears,
    But in vain our appeals they resounded
    In the desert between his two ears.

    When I went out the back on a mission
    He arrived as I finished my leak
    He says “this is a mighty fine session
    I think I’ll come here every week”.
    When I heard this, with rage I was leppin’
    No more of this torture I’d take
    I looked ’round for a suitable weapon
    To silence this damn rattlesnake.

    Outside towards the yard I did sally
    To find something to vanquish my foe.
    I grabbed hold of a gentleman’s Raleigh
    With 15 speed gear and dynamo.
    Then I battered this musical vandal
    As I shouted with furious cries
    “My dear man your last spoon you have handled
    Say your prayers and await your demise.”

    With the bike I assailed my tormentor
    As I swung in a frenzy of hate
    Til his bones and his skull were in splinters
    And his health in a very poor state.
    And when I was no longer able
    I forestalled any last minute hitch
    By removing the gear-changing cable
    And strangling the sonofabitch.

    At the end of my onslaught ferocious
    I stood back and surveyed the scene.
    The state of the place was atrocious
    Full of fragments of man and machine.
    At the spoon’s players remains I was staring
    His condition was surely no joke
    For his nose was clogged with ball-bearings
    And his left eye was pierced by a spoke.

    At the sight I was feeling quite squeamish
    So I washed up and went back inside
    Then I drank a half gallon of Beamish
    For my throat in the struggle had dried.
    Unpolluted by cutleries clattered
    The music was pleasant and sweet
    For the rest of the night nothing mattered
    But the tunes and the tapping of feet

    At the inquest the following September
    The coroner said “I conclude
    The deceased by himself was dismembered
    As no sign could be found of a feud.
    And the evidence shows that the fact is,
    As reported to me by the Guards
    He indulged in the foolhardy practice
    Of trick-cycling in public house yards.

    So if you’re desperately keen on percussion
    And to join in the tunes you can’t wait
    Be you Irishman, German, or Russian
    Take a lesson from his awful fate.
    If your spoons are the best silver-plated
    Or the humblest of cheap stainless steel
    If you play them abroad, you’ll be hated
    So just use them for eating your meals

    • How brutal – that poor bicycle! 😉

      Great site, by the way. I’ve sent a link to loads of people to spread the word.

  5. Well, the extra session for the Folk Trail walkers has been and gone. What a superb evening it was! Great music and some lovely singing, starting at about 8.15 and ending about midnight. That’s (as Mr Punch would say) the way to do it!

    I’ve added a gallery page to the website, and the first set of photos is from Rob Hopcott and is of the extra session. If you were there, they might help you to relive it. If not, you’ll see what you missed. The walkers recorded most of the session. I don’t know if those recordings will ever come available, but maybe one day you’ll be able too hear what you missed!

    Chris