tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58610651946441160712024-03-04T23:21:40.200-08:00cloudstreet's blogcloudyjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16470840323861846078noreply@blogger.comBlogger304125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-53066045327650284382023-04-06T02:30:00.004-07:002023-04-06T02:36:33.177-07:00National Folk Festival puts tribute to John on at the Budawang venue.<p> </p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative;"><a href="https://cloudstreetblog.blogspot.com/2022/12/john-thompson-tribute-celebration-of.html" style="color: #990000; text-decoration-line: none;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://cloudstreetblog.blogspot.com/2022/12/john-thompson-tribute-celebration-of.html" style="color: #990000; text-decoration-line: none;"></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdd42l5T_TafInuG1Jr0pHTUcbmq4lmPVYkIr-P6tPEepo7ebU9ke24WOErK60ybrfE64Mx8Qst58t79mpttteyKPS58g0gqY4BmkhPXUeiXBsa1xomIoyy0wuKpDkEyrxnZt5my1uuDXFEF8RKxe4Wi5wN8T8HfsTu5tvQcVwn8fqh7XpXbNvuGXzQ/s1191/NFF23%20JT%20POSTER%20bandleader%20sml.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1191" data-original-width="842" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdd42l5T_TafInuG1Jr0pHTUcbmq4lmPVYkIr-P6tPEepo7ebU9ke24WOErK60ybrfE64Mx8Qst58t79mpttteyKPS58g0gqY4BmkhPXUeiXBsa1xomIoyy0wuKpDkEyrxnZt5my1uuDXFEF8RKxe4Wi5wN8T8HfsTu5tvQcVwn8fqh7XpXbNvuGXzQ/w283-h400/NFF23%20JT%20POSTER%20bandleader%20sml.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><br />John Thompson - In Tribute. A celebration of John at The National Folk Festival, 2023. 11.30am at Budawang.</h3><div class="post-header" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em;"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4026743139236997540" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 580px;"><p> You might think this post is a repeat of the one from December from our show at Woodford Folk Festival. And it is... except... the new show this coming Sunday is going to be a mighty celebration of John with a different lineup to Woodford, so don't miss it. </p><p>Our beloved John Thompson was diagnosed with cancer in 2017, and died on 4 February, 2021. Creative to the last, he continued to write songs and sang almost to his last day.</p><p>At the <b>National Folk Festival</b> this year, we are celebrating John with a tribute concert which includes some of the remaining members and regular collaborators of John's bands Cloudstreet and The Ceilidh Clan (Nicole Murray, Emma Nixon, Rebecca Wright), his bandmates from One Step Forward (Maree Robertson and Ann Bermingham) and dear friends including Jason and Chloe Roweth, Fred Smith, Don Jarmey, Ian Dearden, Lachlan Baldwin, Andy Rigby, Chris Maltby and a special shanty crew, Belswagger Morris dancers and a few surprise international guests!</p><p><b>Everyone is invited to the singing workshop on Saturday at 4.20</b> (at Workshop) run by Nicole, where she will teach choral harmonies to John's signature song, The Green Man, so you, the audience, can be a wondrous choir at the concert.</p><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Workshop</b>: Singing the Green Man with Nicole: Workshop Tent, 4.20pm 8 April at the National Folk Festival. ON HIS ACTUAL BIRTHDAY! Get ready to sing out at the concert next day.</span></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Concert: John Thompson - In Tribute: Budawang, 11.30am 9 April at the National Folk Festival, 2023.</span></b></p><p><b>Here you will find lyrics to The Green Man, Bill and the Bear, The Brisbane River, and Kevin (if I can find them).</b></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">The Green Man</span></b><br />by John Thompson</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Chorus:The Green Man's a traveller, a reveller, unraveller<br />Of dreams and of fancies, from first to the last.<br />Older than all men, living in all things<br />Son, father and sage,<br />Long live the Green Man!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">• First light of first morning saw the Green Man there waiting<br />He saw the creation and joined in the dance<br />All creatures grew 'round him, he grew with them singing<br />The first song of all, sing of the Green Man</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">•Quietly watching and waiting and learning<br />The storms are his fury, the lightning his laugh<br />The first leaf of spring, his beauty and glory<br />His stillness his power, in the trees is his path.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">•There are fewer trees now, but the man is not sleeping<br />'Though our ruin brings sorrow to time's oldest heart<br />In our souls we may find him and remember his wisdom<br />And rekindle the flame; once again make a start.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Choir words and harmonies</span></b></p><h4 style="margin: 0px 0px 0cm; position: relative;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The choir sings (with long syllables):</span><br />Green tree dream<br />Old forest father<br />Green Man</span></h4><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Nicole will teach the parts by ear at the workshops, and if you use sol-fa, the notes are here:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9NfBo7jpbEpUj8vlztjUM3tCfc90LFOetCIQb5eabGkSuSO65R9Nb_mVgpKaWdnWFw5FFYNzkTS4OsS1uWkki8ko0X-tO49thiBp944sokodC-Svq7pYAVR9csI_EPDmK5qKBjVWe2b1HoB7q0ht9xnrordXlrE-yki7y8ukvkqcTpiPMUH5RNuxog/s702/Green%20Man%20solfa.png" style="clear: left; color: #990000; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="702" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9NfBo7jpbEpUj8vlztjUM3tCfc90LFOetCIQb5eabGkSuSO65R9Nb_mVgpKaWdnWFw5FFYNzkTS4OsS1uWkki8ko0X-tO49thiBp944sokodC-Svq7pYAVR9csI_EPDmK5qKBjVWe2b1HoB7q0ht9xnrordXlrE-yki7y8ukvkqcTpiPMUH5RNuxog/w605-h507/Green%20Man%20solfa.png" style="background: rgb(17, 17, 17); border: 1px solid rgb(17, 17, 17); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 1px; position: relative;" width="605" /></a></div><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">The Green Man Audio Practice Parts</span></b></p><p><a href="http://nicolemurray.com.au/sounds/Woodford%2022-23/WFF22%20Green%20Man%20Practice%20Parts%20HIGH.mp3" rel="nofollow" style="color: #990000; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="color: #38761d;">GREEN MAN HIGH PART</span></a></p><p><a href="http://nicolemurray.com.au/sounds/Woodford%2022-23/WFF22%20Green%20Man%20Practice%20Parts%20MIDDLE.mp3" rel="nofollow" style="color: #990000; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"><span style="color: #38761d;">GREEN MAN MIDDLE PART</span></a></p><p><a href="http://nicolemurray.com.au/sounds/Woodford%2022-23/WFF22%20Green%20Man%20Practice%20Parts%20LOW.mp3" rel="nofollow" style="color: #990000; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">GREEN MAN LOW PART</a></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Bill and The Bear</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">John Thompson</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Come listen now, good people here, to a story of renown,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Of the day a hundred years ago when the circus came to town</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Mr Wirth and all his gallant crew, they raised the bigtop high</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And all the folk for miles around gathered under a canvas sky.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>And were you there in the clear night air,</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>when William Sinclair he fought the bear?</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Were you there to see William Sinclair,</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>when he wrestled the bear to the ground?</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">There were dancing ponies and tumbling clowns, the best you ever did see,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">A lion tamer and a high wire act, a girl on the flying trapeze,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">There was a fat ringmaster in a big top hat, he slashed his whip through the air</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">With a roar and a growl, the cage went clang! It was Sampson the mighty bear.</p><h2 class="western" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; margin: 0cm 0px; position: relative;">Chorus</h2><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">He was ten feet high, he was nine feet wide, a mountain of muscle and fur,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">A mighty beast, as black as the coal, the ground shook with his roar.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Then the man with the whip, he called for quiet,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">not sound from those who were there,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“I’ve a crisp ten pounds for any man here who’s brave enough to wrestle the bear”.</p><h2 class="western" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; margin: 0cm 0px; position: relative;">Chorus</h2><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Bill and his family had come to see the show, his youngest newly born</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The strongest man to ever walk the range, he could carry his weight in corn</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">He sized up the beast, with a glance at his wife, he slowly raised his hand</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“I’ll have a go,” he heard himself say. Then up struck the band!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Stripped to the waist, Bill entered the ring, circling and bouncing round</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">First left then right, till he lunged right in, the crowd didn’t make a sound.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">They twisted and they turned as they wrestled and they grappled</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">At the skin and the muscle and the hair</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">With a mighty roar Bill threw Sampson down, he raised his fist in the air.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>And were you there in the clear night air</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>When William Sinclair he beat the bear?</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Were you there to see William Sinclair when he wrestled the bear to the ground?</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">You’ve never heard a roar quite like it, the shouts split the midnight air</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Bill was raised above all the heads of the crowd to the cheers of everyone there</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And to this day when you see the name of the famous Bill Sinclair</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Raise your glass and drink to the health of the only man to ever beat the bear.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">The Brisbane River</span></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">John Thompson</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The Turrbal people saw her born (the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Their memories, they still live on (the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The dreaming days they may be gone</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">But long may the dreaming continue on</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">We live the dreams and sing the songs</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">On the banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">A storm blew Finnegan and Parsons north (to the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Mr Thompson never made it ashore (the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">To the Illawarra they were bound</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">But on Moreton Island they ran aground</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">They laboured north until they found</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Lord Brisbane sent John Oxley north (the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">He anchored The Mermaid just off shore (the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Though they thought him long since dead</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Finnegan met them at the heads</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The natives had kept that convict fed</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">On the banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Named for the governor of New South Wales (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">1823 saw white man’s sails (by the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Thousands of settlers to her were bound</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">She soon became young Queensland’s town</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Federation heard the cheers resound</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">By the banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The bridges they stretch from side to side (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The mighty Story Bridge was Brisbane’s pride (on The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The shipyards they are long since gone</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And the ironwood wharves have been torn down</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The banks have burst through the streets of the town</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">She saw our rise, she’ll see our fall (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Her gentle waters will outlive us all (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Long may her gentle waters run</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Past the mangrove mud and past the town</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">That gave us our lives and gave her a name</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The mighty serpent flows to this day (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Through a great glass town she winds her way (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">From Stanley’s heights in the Great Divide</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Dammed at Wivenhoe then on to the tide</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">When the city cats purr, she’s our joy and pride</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And the Easter egg at the end of the post? The words to Kevin. The names have been changed to protect Shaun.<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErxoEPu7US0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;"> Here's a link to the brilliant Never the Twain; John with Martin Pearson, singing Kevin.</span></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="font-size: 13.2px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">Kevin</span></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">John Thompson</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Well, my mate Kevin, he smokes dope, it's true just as I stand here<br />He'll sit at home with his bucket bong while you go off for a beer<br />He grows his own, so he's self-sufficient, he's done all the numbers you see<br />Just a normal fella with a normal life, as nice as he could be</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Well one day Kevin was sitting in his lounge room, with his music, his stash and his gear<br />There was a knock on the front door, a bang on the back<br />It's the police, open up in there!<br />Well they burst right into the lounge room, started pushing the lad around<br />From behind the couch they pulled a plastic bag and said, What's this we have found?</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And Kevin said<br />They're not my drugs, I don't use drugs, I don't like drugs, I've never seen drugs<br />I wouldn't know drugs from Moreton bay bugs, I'm sorry sir but that's not mine.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Well they didn't find his honesty appealing, so they kicked Kevin in the balls<br />They threw the books down from the bookcase, they tore the posters off the walls<br />It was a dark, Orwellian rampage, to bring fear to the hearts of men<br />Then they sat him in a chair and they stared him down and said, we'll ask you once again</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">And Kevin said</span><br style="font-size: 13.2px;" /><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">They're not my drugs, I don't use drugs, I don't like drugs, I've never seen drugs</span><br style="font-size: 13.2px;" /><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I wouldn't know drugs from Moreton Bay bugs, I'm sorry sir but that's not mine.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">When Kevin just wouldn't be helpful, the coppers did as they were taught<br />First they took him to the station, then they marched him into court<br />And behind the bench sat a magistrate, with manner grim and words so grand<br />And he listened to the coppers as they told their tale, and then Kevin took the stand</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">And Kevin said</span><br style="font-size: 13.2px;" /><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">They're not my drugs, I don't use drugs, I don't like drugs, I've never seen drugs</span><br style="font-size: 13.2px;" /><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I wouldn't know drugs from Moreton Bay bugs, I'm sorry sir but that's not mine.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Well a hush fell over the courtroom, when the evidence had all been heard<br />And all eyes were fixed on that magistrate as they waited for the word<br />But the magistrate sat there pondering, now how would justice be done?<br />And after careful thought and at the proper time he looked at Kevin and said<br />Stand up, son.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And then he said<br style="font-size: 13.2px;" />They're not his drugs, he doesn't use drugs, he doesn't like drugs, he's never seen drugs<br />He wouldn't know drugs from Moreton Bay bugs. Not guilty. No conviction. No fine.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Well when Kevin left the courtroom, he was grinning from ear to ear<br />As he thought of the friends that were waiting at home<br />With more music, more stash and more gear<br />And as he left, he met that magistrate, who said my son, you're not alone<br />If you get caught then you've got a drug problem<br />Come back to my place, and have a cone</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And remember they're<br />Not your drugs, you don't use drugs, you don't like drugs, you've never seen drugs<br />You wouldn't know drugs from Moreton Bay bugs, I'm sorry sir but that's not mine</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Remember they're<span style="font-size: 13.2px;"> not my drugs, I don't use drugs, I don't like drugs, I've never seen drugs</span></p><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I wouldn't know drugs from Moreton Bay bugs, I'm sorry sir but that's not mine</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4026743139236997540" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 580px;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">I'm sorry better luck next time, I thought it was a passionfruit vine</span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4026743139236997540" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 580px;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">(oom chugga lugga lugga bing bang boing, I'm sorry sir but that's not mine)</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-37799325054187356152023-01-06T03:32:00.005-08:002023-01-21T19:00:11.640-08:00Woodford Folk Festival tribute to John Thompson<p style="text-align: left;"><em></em></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylR0bIbbd-nT-Lt26s1960anuSJjFspPBhAnCllwuCzc2ac2WW7keIBnwQ4naOjzQbW52n8eEzyOvVYuGeNv4FyFFSDCed6sVO4HkCs7M0AWhbeQvdNL1pRaLUN8eDf3BrXEUuC5WwZ6gIKqyqYfS4CYXZ9zj0g199OpegaY9w8N46fsJapMucEX6FA/s1587/WFF22%20JT%20concert%20POSTER%20v4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1587" data-original-width="1123" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylR0bIbbd-nT-Lt26s1960anuSJjFspPBhAnCllwuCzc2ac2WW7keIBnwQ4naOjzQbW52n8eEzyOvVYuGeNv4FyFFSDCed6sVO4HkCs7M0AWhbeQvdNL1pRaLUN8eDf3BrXEUuC5WwZ6gIKqyqYfS4CYXZ9zj0g199OpegaY9w8N46fsJapMucEX6FA/w283-h400/WFF22%20JT%20concert%20POSTER%20v4.jpg" width="283" /></a></em></div><em><br />Nicole has just spent six glorious days at the newly revived Woodford Folk Festival, Queensland, between Christmas and New Year, where John was fondly remembered....</em><p></p><p>I hope that it is not a surprise to you that our beloved John Thompson died in February 2021, and I apologise if this news had not yet reached you.</p><p>John requested that we organise <strong><span style="color: firebrick;"><span style="font-family: merriweather,georgia,times new roman,serif;">John’s First Going-Away Party</span></span></strong>, originally in 2020. It was repeatedly thwarted by lockdowns, but I think we have managed it properly now!</p><p>The version of his going-away party that I took to Woodford was an ambitious multi-act variety concert called <strong><span style="color: firebrick;"><span style="font-family: merriweather,georgia,times new roman,serif;">John Thompson ~ A Tribute</span></span></strong>. We were commemorating and celebrating John’s music, life and wit, with hundreds of people who had been unable to participate in a live event for John through all the covid lockdowns and cancellations of the past few years.</p><p>The Luna venue was full, with probably more than 600 people, and the scene was electric, even at 9am.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">We opened the show with a recording of John himself, singing <b><span style="color: #990000;">Never Weather-beaten Sail</span></b>, a hymn which he recorded on a four-track in the ancient stone chapel on the Scottish island of Iona, waiting for the silence of night, after the generator at the pub was turned off, to sing. <a href="https://www.cloudstreet.org/john-thompson/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: #cc0000;">You can listen to that recording here.</span></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP834AOnpQVj6IUYshBU1c141CrLfEsqse4OHelQCSodoKlkslTx1P_Aiv2rdqOffhNJpp9bTV60ohu0ctqTGDfS94CnTaGMqZqiwwpLXWvPcdf0y7PaEsf44hlcoZZOlips1uc_t2e87Z8h00-v2Bf_9CE9whv-bGi0_f1j18CSN24UDqiSvM57uxlQ/s274/Walkestra%20at%20John%20Tribute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="206" data-original-width="274" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP834AOnpQVj6IUYshBU1c141CrLfEsqse4OHelQCSodoKlkslTx1P_Aiv2rdqOffhNJpp9bTV60ohu0ctqTGDfS94CnTaGMqZqiwwpLXWvPcdf0y7PaEsf44hlcoZZOlips1uc_t2e87Z8h00-v2Bf_9CE9whv-bGi0_f1j18CSN24UDqiSvM57uxlQ/s1600/Walkestra%20at%20John%20Tribute.jpg" width="274" /></a></div>This made us all burst into tears, but we rallied strongly to perform John’s well-known song, <b><span style="color: #990000;">Bill and the Bear</span></b>, sung by <i>Donald McKay</i> with Cloudstreet and friends, one of whom was <i>Hamish McKay</i>, aged 4, ably playing melodica. We were aided and abetted by <i>Mal Webb</i> and the Walkestra, a 30-or-so-strong people’s orchestra who added all the razzamataz and surprised the audience and our drummer by marching in from the back of the venue with great fanfare.<p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><br /></i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Maree Robertson</i> and <i>Ann Bermingham</i>, who sang with John in the trio <i><b>One Step Forward</b></i>, graced us with two pure, unaccompanied voices in <b><span style="color: #990000;">How Can I Keep From Singing?</span></b>, which embodied John’s approach to life. I could hear the echo of John’s high tenor harmony in their performance.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Fred Smith</i> first suggested to me that we should produce this commemorative show for John, and I asked him to learn John’s witty drug-bust song, <b><span style="color: #990000;">Kevin</span></b>. I sang John’s harmony in the chorus, and we both marvelled over our favourite line: “It was a dark Orwellian rampage, to bring fear to the hearts of men”. Fred’s drily humorous delivery was ideal for this.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Don Jarmey</i>, who has played innumerable sessions with John in countless pubs and festivals, performed one of John’s favourite session songs with rising star <i>Lachlan Baldwin</i>. Alistair Hulett’s <b><span style="color: #990000;">Yuppie Town</span></b> was a regular high energy song for Don and John all the way back to its most apposite locale, the Story Bridge Hotel.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">After years of ascending Mt Coot-tha in the dark to attend the annual Morris dancing ritual of Dance Up The Sun, John eventually dedicated his song of the same name to <i>Belswagger Morris</i>. In return, for this concert, <i>Lee Knight</i> wrote a dance for John, to his song <b><span style="color: #990000;">The Brisbane River</span></b>. I led the song on voice and fiddle, with the foreman of Belswagger Morris, <i>Daniel Townley</i> on melodeon, and Cloudstreet alumni <i>Emma Nixon, Rebecca Wright, Donald McKay, Erin Sulman. </i>The spectacular Belswagger Morris danced in front of the stage. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxH_pOYXUtFYX6Dm2UiAqjTJbSnPooq2q22hCwNl7f_o9PzDv40M-5aYZDz09v-wvxDzpd2UpQImIE1ByMSgw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>The Spooky Men’s Chorale</i> honoured John with their deeply moving rendition of <b><span style="color: #990000;">The Parting Glass</span></b>. John toured in the UK with the Spookies in 2010, and I think <i>Stephen Taberner</i> said the Spookies were never the same afterwards!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Three accomplished songwriters composed songs for John when he died. <i>Ian Dearden</i>’s is simply titled <i><b>Song for John</b></i> and was recorded with John’s dear friends <i>Vicki Swan and Jonny Dyer</i>; we were able to play <i>Eric Bogle’s</i> <i><b>Catching the Wave</b></i> at John’s funeral; and <i>Fred Smith</i> performed <b><span style="color: #990000;">The Sweet Ever After</span></b> (to be released on 4 February, the anniversary of John's death), with an accompanying series of photographs, and a full band.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And all too quickly, we were at the last song. John’s iconic anthem, <b><span style="color: #990000;">The Green Man</span></b> has been in Cloudstreet’s repertoire almost from the very beginning, and is well-known in folk circles round the world. I wrote a choral arrangement of it for Bushtime at Woodford in 2021, and we had two workshops at the festival this year to prepare the audience to be the choir. There were many singers on stage and the angelic voices from the audience lifted this song into the realm of glory.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHxo7eV4qSXnnbYG1W75ARRVivfsKb-9AH4Gh6jPIY8y3yLh0yYWkbrvdsHgh_kKvxbnyEIGkozlK21sL45MVFh9cnkFkIcgN23lrrQH4UKf6gbmvtgQNu4GRZ6tln2jOrEgQcZe28u6b4gtqtbulxAU5c5nbUHZfdOU1zTfAXH0sz589SvUi0gQN4w/s4128/The%20Whole%20Crew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="4128" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHxo7eV4qSXnnbYG1W75ARRVivfsKb-9AH4Gh6jPIY8y3yLh0yYWkbrvdsHgh_kKvxbnyEIGkozlK21sL45MVFh9cnkFkIcgN23lrrQH4UKf6gbmvtgQNu4GRZ6tln2jOrEgQcZe28u6b4gtqtbulxAU5c5nbUHZfdOU1zTfAXH0sz589SvUi0gQN4w/s320/The%20Whole%20Crew.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I would like to thank Ian Dearden, John’s friend in law and music, for his thoughtful and well-crafted narration throughout his MCing duties at this concert. Thanks also go to Bill Hauritz for his heartfelt closing words about John’s contribution to Woodford. The sound from Eddie and Lachlan was exemplary, Mel’s stage management was masterly, and I want to thank Ann Bermingham for act-wrangling, Helena Bond and Nonie Malone for stepping in at the last minute with harmonies, and all of the brilliant acts that made this concert so varied, so entertaining, and so utterly John.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Steve Williams filmed the concert and I’m hoping we will put it up on YouTube, so I’ll let you know when that is a thing. If you were there and took photos or footage, please let me know, I’d love to collect it all.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Thanks to Fiona Scott-Norman for having me on her <i>Good Morning Woodfordia</i> breakfast show to talk about John, the concert and the fascinating, bittersweet podcast he recorded with standup comic and palliative care nurse, Carolyn Mandersloot. The podcast is looking for funding to complete the editing (in case you have an idea...?). Fiona’s cohost that day was Costa Georgiadis, so I got to fan-girl him a little bit. The audience helped me sing The Green Man that morning and Costa actually described them as angelic.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="https://iandearden1.bandcamp.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: #990000;"><i>Ian Dearden’s </i><b>Song for John</b><i> is available on Bandcamp</i></span></a>, and Ian is donating all money towards the creation of a memorial for John’s grave at Toowong Cemetery.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Thanks to Chris Wright and Bob and Laurel Wilson for the photos.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">What else did I do at Woodford?</span></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">After two years without the festival, it was so inspiring to be back in ‘the promised land’ (thanks Terry Jacob for that line). My festivals are usually more about participation than consumption, though I saw a few wonderful acts: learned to sing Sweetest Kick with the Spookies, proudly watched George Jackson play with mandolin virtuoso Jacob Jolliff, listened intently to Eric Bogle and marvelled at the array of bands rehearsing in the space beside my campsite, roared four or five songs from the back of the Abba singalong and had to escape if I wanted to keep my voice intact!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I got involved in Emma Nixon’s fast-paced Scottish sessions and David de Santi’s culturally encompassing Good Tunes session. I came across Belswagger Morris in a street performance, and looking like an ordinary passer-by (and not like someone who rehearses with them every week, which I do), leapt into an Upton Stick Dance, which I love because it involves a rather dramatic skirmish which looks like a sword fight. So. Much. Fun!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The rest of the time I was lifted on the shoulders of giants as I rehearsed with the extraordinary ensemble playing for the Fire Event, where I sang ‘Who Knows Where the Time Goes’, and ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’, and was thrilled to sing harmonies for Kacey Patrick on ‘The Lost Words Blessing’ and play whistle on ‘The 30-year Jig’. </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The Fire Event, with an amphitheatre audience of more than 16000, closes the festival, and this year was a giant shadow-puppet theatre piece with lots of burning things, some giant 3D puppets, the Walkestra, the huge Fire Choir, and a beautiful environmentally and spiritually inspired story of Emir the marsupial boy, created by Alex Podger.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Go creatively into this new year!<br />lots of love<br />Nicole</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-40267431392369975402022-12-23T21:43:00.015-08:002023-01-06T03:14:36.495-08:00John Thompson - A Tribute. A celebration of John at Woodford Folk Festival 2022<p> Our beloved John Thompson was diagnosed with cancer in 2017, and died on 4 February, 2021. Creative to the last, he continued to write songs and sang almost to his last day.</p><p>At <b>Woodford Folk Festival</b> this year, we are celebrating John with a tribute concert which includes the remaining members and regular collaborators of John's bands Cloudstreet and The Ceilidh Clan (Nicole Murray, Emma Nixon, Donald McKay, Rebecca Wright and Erin Sulman), his bandmates from One Step Forward (Maree Robertson and Ann Bermingham) and dear friends including The Spooky Men's Chorale, Fred Smith, Don Jarmey, Ian Dearden, Lachlan Baldwin, Mal Webb, and Belswagger Morris dancers.</p><p>Everyone is invited to two singing workshops run by Nicole, where she will teach choral harmonies to John's signature song, The Green Man, so the audience can be a wondrous choir at the concert.</p><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Workshop 1</b>: Singing the Green Man with Nicole: The Mill, 9pm 27 Dec at Woodford Folk Festival</span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Workshop 2:</b> Singing the Green Man again with Nicole: Bob's Bar, 7.30am 28 Dec at Woodford FF</span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d;">Nicole will be appearing in the Two Leggy Redheads (whoops, it turned out to be called Good Morning Woodfordia! -ed) breakfast show after the second workshop, at Bob's Bar, to talk about John and the tribute concert with Fiona Scott-Norman.</span></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Concert: John Thompson - A Tribute: Luna, 9am 29 Dec at Woodford Folk Festival 2022.</span></b></p><p><b>Here you will find lyrics to The Green Man, Bill and the Bear, The Brisbane River, and Kevin (if I can find them).</b></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">The Green Man</span></b><br />by John Thompson</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">Chorus:The Green Man's a traveller, a reveller, unraveller<br />Of dreams and of fancies, from first to the last.<br />Older than all men, living in all things<br />Son, father and sage,<br />Long live the Green Man!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">• First light of first morning saw the Green Man there waiting<br />He saw the creation and joined in the dance<br />All creatures grew 'round him, he grew with them singing<br />The first song of all, sing of the Green Man</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">•Quietly watching and waiting and learning<br />The storms are his fury, the lightning his laugh<br />The first leaf of spring, his beauty and glory<br />His stillness his power, in the trees is his path.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;">•There are fewer trees now, but the man is not sleeping<br />'Though our ruin brings sorrow to time's oldest heart<br />In our souls we may find him and remember his wisdom<br />And rekindle the flame; once again make a start.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Choir words and harmonies</span></b></p><h4 style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The choir sings (with long syllables):</span><br />Green tree dream<br />Old forest father<br />Green Man</span></h4><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nicole will teach the parts by ear at the workshops, and if you use sol-fa, the notes are here:</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9NfBo7jpbEpUj8vlztjUM3tCfc90LFOetCIQb5eabGkSuSO65R9Nb_mVgpKaWdnWFw5FFYNzkTS4OsS1uWkki8ko0X-tO49thiBp944sokodC-Svq7pYAVR9csI_EPDmK5qKBjVWe2b1HoB7q0ht9xnrordXlrE-yki7y8ukvkqcTpiPMUH5RNuxog/s702/Green%20Man%20solfa.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="702" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9NfBo7jpbEpUj8vlztjUM3tCfc90LFOetCIQb5eabGkSuSO65R9Nb_mVgpKaWdnWFw5FFYNzkTS4OsS1uWkki8ko0X-tO49thiBp944sokodC-Svq7pYAVR9csI_EPDmK5qKBjVWe2b1HoB7q0ht9xnrordXlrE-yki7y8ukvkqcTpiPMUH5RNuxog/w605-h507/Green%20Man%20solfa.png" width="605" /></a></div><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">The Green Man Audio Practice Parts</span></b></p><p><a href="http://nicolemurray.com.au/sounds/Woodford%2022-23/WFF22%20Green%20Man%20Practice%20Parts%20HIGH.mp3" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: #38761d;">GREEN MAN HIGH PART</span></a></p><p><a href="http://nicolemurray.com.au/sounds/Woodford%2022-23/WFF22%20Green%20Man%20Practice%20Parts%20MIDDLE.mp3" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: #38761d;">GREEN MAN MIDDLE PART</span></a></p><p><a href="http://nicolemurray.com.au/sounds/Woodford%2022-23/WFF22%20Green%20Man%20Practice%20Parts%20LOW.mp3" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">GREEN MAN LOW PART</a></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Bill and The Bear</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">John Thompson</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Come listen now, good people here, to a story of renown,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Of the day a hundred years ago when the circus came to town</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Mr Wirth and all his gallant crew, they raised the bigtop high</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And all the folk for miles around gathered under a canvas sky.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>And were you there in the clear night air,</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>when William Sinclair he fought the bear?</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Were you there to see William Sinclair,</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>when he wrestled the bear to the ground?</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">There were dancing ponies and tumbling clowns, the best you ever did see,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">A lion tamer and a high wire act, a girl on the flying trapeze,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">There was a fat ringmaster in a big top hat, he slashed his whip through the air</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">With a roar and a growl, the cage went clang! It was Sampson the mighty bear.</p><h2 class="western" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;">Chorus</h2><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">He was ten feet high, he was nine feet wide, a mountain of muscle and fur,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">A mighty beast, as black as the coal, the ground shook with his roar.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Then the man with the whip, he called for quiet,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">not sound from those who were there,</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“I’ve a crisp ten pounds for any man here who’s brave enough to wrestle the bear”.</p><h2 class="western" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;">Chorus</h2><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Bill and his family had come to see the show, his youngest newly born</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The strongest man to ever walk the range, he could carry his weight in corn</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">He sized up the beast, with a glance at his wife, he slowly raised his hand</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“I’ll have a go,” he heard himself say. Then up struck the band!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Stripped to the waist, Bill entered the ring, circling and bouncing round</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">First left then right, till he lunged right in, the crowd didn’t make a sound.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">They twisted and they turned as they wrestled and they grappled</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">At the skin and the muscle and the hair</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">With a mighty roar Bill threw Sampson down, he raised his fist in the air.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>And were you there in the clear night air</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>When William Sinclair he beat the bear?</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Were you there to see William Sinclair when he wrestled the bear to the ground?</i></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">You’ve never heard a roar quite like it, the shouts split the midnight air</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Bill was raised above all the heads of the crowd to the cheers of everyone there</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And to this day when you see the name of the famous Bill Sinclair</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Raise your glass and drink to the health of the only man to ever beat the bear.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;">The Brisbane River</span></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">John Thompson</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The Turrbal people saw her born (the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Their memories, they still live on (the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The dreaming days they may be gone</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">But long may the dreaming continue on</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">We live the dreams and sing the songs</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">On the banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">A storm blew Finnegan and Parsons north (to the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Mr Thompson never made it ashore (the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">To the Illawarra they were bound</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">But on Moreton Island they ran aground</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">They laboured north until they found</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Lord Brisbane sent John Oxley north (the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">He anchored The Mermaid just off shore (the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Though they thought him long since dead</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Finnegan met them at the heads</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The natives had kept that convict fed</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">On the banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Named for the governor of New South Wales (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">1823 saw white man’s sails (by the banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Thousands of settlers to her were bound</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">She soon became young Queensland’s town</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Federation heard the cheers resound</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">By the banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The bridges they stretch from side to side (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The mighty Story Bridge was Brisbane’s pride (on The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The shipyards they are long since gone</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And the ironwood wharves have been torn down</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The banks have burst through the streets of the town</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">She saw our rise, she’ll see our fall (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Her gentle waters will outlive us all (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Long may her gentle waters run</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Past the mangrove mud and past the town</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">That gave us our lives and gave her a name</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The mighty serpent flows to this day (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Through a great glass town she winds her way (The banks of the Brisbane River)</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">From Stanley’s heights in the Great Divide</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Dammed at Wivenhoe then on to the tide</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">When the city cats purr, she’s our joy and pride</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The banks of the Brisbane River</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-48187594858905543292016-03-29T01:28:00.000-07:002016-03-29T01:34:51.077-07:00National Folk Festival - the Infinite Song ContestNicole was a finalist in the Infinite Song Contest with a bit of an all-star scratch band!<br />
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The Infinite's theme this year was Top 100 songs of 1967, the year the National Folk Festival started, and I wrote a parody of <i>Penny Lane</i>, called <i>Budawang</i>.<br />
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Keith Donnelly enthusiastically agreed to back me on guitar and we spent a bit of time finding out how clever the Beatles were by looking up the chords on my phone. When we got to the Marquee for the heat, by happy accident Peter Grayling and George Butrumlis were backstage and also keen to make mischief, so a rather good instant band got through to the final, and actually got to sing the song, which is a bit of a love song to the festival's main venue, in the Budawang!<br />
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A few people have asked for the words, so here they are, to the tune of Penny Lane. A one two three..<br />
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<span style="font-family: "leander" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Budawang
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<span style="font-family: "leander" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nicole
Murray</span></span></div>
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Penny Lane was once a bar down by the
Budawang,
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Where we would head to drink our
pleasure, you know</div>
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And all the people that come and go,
stop and say hello</div>
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On the corner is a busker with
accordion</div>
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The Morris dancers laugh at him behind
his back</div>
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And the busker doesn't make a zac, in
the pouring rain</div>
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Very strange</div>
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<i>Budawang is in my ears and in my
eyes,</i></div>
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<i>There beneath the blue Canberran
skies</i></div>
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<i>I sit and lean right back.</i></div>
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In the Container is the Pride Choir for
an hour or so</div>
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And their supporters are all dancing
with the queens</div>
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With cups of coffee from the espresso
team</div>
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With their clean machine</div>
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<i>Budawang is in my ears and in my
eyes</i></div>
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<i>Coorong, Marquee, Carnival, Piazza</i></div>
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<i>Meanwhile back</i></div>
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Behind a table in the middle of the
session bar</div>
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The volunteers are selling Guinness
from a tray</div>
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Surrounded by the violins that play</div>
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Through the night and day.</div>
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In Budawang we'd rather have another
Fagans song</div>
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We see the audience all waiting for a
sing</div>
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And then the Fiddle Rally rushes in,
from the pouring rain</div>
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Very strange</div>
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<i>Budawang is in my ears and in my
eyes</i></div>
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<i>With four-part harmony it flies, in
autumn</i></div>
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<i>Meanwhile back in</i></div>
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<i>Budawang is in my heart and in my
mind</i></div>
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<i>There beneath the flags and sunny
skies</i></div>
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<i>Budawang</i></div>
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<i>(performed by Nicole Murray, Keith
Donnelly, Peter Grayling and George Butrumlis)</i></div>
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CD LAUNCH - 2pm, Sunday 20 March, at The Danish Club, Brisbane.</div>
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We are at last celebrating our latest album, “Clouded House” and we're doing it in style - a double CD launch with our great friends, Rebecca Wright and Donald McKay, who are launching their brand new recording, “Over Burns and Braes” with us in Brisbane on March 20. The concert will showcase beautiful acoustic music from the heart, with luscious harmonies and instrumentation in a family-friendly Sunday afternoon show at the Danish Club, Austin Street, Newstead.</div>
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‘Clouded House’, our eighth album, combines traditional folk music and originals that we think are pretty compelling. From flying monks and homeless beavers to convict escapees and desperate lovers, the album is packed with captivating Australian and Anglo-Celtic stories. The mix of originals and trad is a result of our regular touring, when we have taken Australia’s unknown stories to overseas audiences and collected choice songs to share at home, a very enjoyable cultural exchange! We've enriched our sound by inviting our long-time collaborator Emma Nixon to join the band, adding viola, violin and voice to our mix. Emma loved touring with us in the UK in 2015, and as a triple Golden Fiddle winner, for her solo album and for teaching, she enhances our performances, and runs great workshops at festivals, too!</div>
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We are sharing the launch with the wonderful Rebecca Wright and Donald McKay, who finished their new album last month. Here's a little about it:</div>
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With a cover design that would be just as at home on a 19th Century bookshelf as it is on a modern day coffee table, Wright & McKay’s new album ‘Over Burns and Braes’ is a true work of art. Historic songs of Highlanders, pipers and convicts from Donald’s homeland transport listeners to another place and time, whilst Rebecca’s self-penned lullabies and true tales, along with a stunning rendition of Judy Small’s ‘Sky of the Southern Cross’, bring them back to Australia today. “We are very proud of this album, as it reflects not only our connection with Scotland and the past, but also explores our current journey of making a life together in Australia,” Rebecca said.</div>
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The Double CD Launch will take place at The Danish Club, Austin Street, Newstead, on Sunday 20<span class="s1">th</span> March. Doors open 2pm. $20 Adult, $15 Concession $40 Family. Tickets available from <a href="http://www.trybooking.com/Booking/BookingEventSummary.aspx?eid=182614"><span class="s2">TryBooking.</span></a></div>
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Keep up with the event news on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/549825091862733/</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-17619296337036184792015-05-23T13:55:00.001-07:002015-05-23T13:55:01.870-07:00Touring FunWe find ourselves in the delightful village of Tuddenham, outside Bury St Edmunds, with a night off that coincides with the magnificence of the Eurovision final!<div><br></div><div>Much cheering and dancing that is best imagined rather than described.</div><div><br></div><div>The gigs have been coming thick and fast, with many miles passing by. It's been fun but the driving has taken a bit of getting used to. It's been a particular delight to see old friends again.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPyW7Wje6WV8vfOUTt-yG8sYogYwHii201DGN20Wq5Xr8lOIGUADVV6DnckX-NiMj3pu_LjNSpTpCia_JJsioaPHqj8UzFPzUWHyRbKA4pYOdGz4jA2oL0_wdo0X4NdI2G1V3f6Rz4E-Qx/s640/blogger-image-400129578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPyW7Wje6WV8vfOUTt-yG8sYogYwHii201DGN20Wq5Xr8lOIGUADVV6DnckX-NiMj3pu_LjNSpTpCia_JJsioaPHqj8UzFPzUWHyRbKA4pYOdGz4jA2oL0_wdo0X4NdI2G1V3f6Rz4E-Qx/s640/blogger-image-400129578.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here's a pic from one of our early gigs in Coventry (thanks to John Wright for this one). We had a lovely time seeing Denise Bull and some of her family while we were there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We've made a point of spending some time on this trip exploring some of the places where we've been playing. After three previous trips, we finally took the time to visit Arundel Castle, for example. The weather was kind and the trip was unforgettable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9Nj6ymGX4MJ5q4CmMFeKQ33duWRf6wGcNi3_2zdNenjYj8GdnN6Sq6oe25mkNnYN8zYuGVWCyBTMUGIBWpNHVQDaiP7mEBjjT3NVQ0o7Yk8zoHZ48suX3C9OYkLVl32nqH8NVGxEBzFp/s640/blogger-image-1142592056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9Nj6ymGX4MJ5q4CmMFeKQ33duWRf6wGcNi3_2zdNenjYj8GdnN6Sq6oe25mkNnYN8zYuGVWCyBTMUGIBWpNHVQDaiP7mEBjjT3NVQ0o7Yk8zoHZ48suX3C9OYkLVl32nqH8NVGxEBzFp/s640/blogger-image-1142592056.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1QL1u4RHAP5pdS0Waujk7RdzBsmewcISBbFDOqxjiRn_tDrehHIkNLO6z7gUFxOujKvmZAQjMEPunZC7CPc3nW1Q8564AUGgb_k_ke_UWLu-WQ9t2CrywXv7FLtas5yKju3BnFMeL-fH6/s640/blogger-image--1300734548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1QL1u4RHAP5pdS0Waujk7RdzBsmewcISBbFDOqxjiRn_tDrehHIkNLO6z7gUFxOujKvmZAQjMEPunZC7CPc3nW1Q8564AUGgb_k_ke_UWLu-WQ9t2CrywXv7FLtas5yKju3BnFMeL-fH6/s640/blogger-image--1300734548.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Alnwick Castle was on the list earlier,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHN93LRfgdc9_enIvGorCs74arWRduJPHY7JkNM3JBEmnpI8Yne_E-n6HqA-xDzIROV4AbDLFtVJeNXBIrayhhI1PKVrajl-ojW1srgvMSDHjZTFNym9VlA_nmNvb4uD1NdzR2_9Xv7M9g/s640/blogger-image--1196108636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHN93LRfgdc9_enIvGorCs74arWRduJPHY7JkNM3JBEmnpI8Yne_E-n6HqA-xDzIROV4AbDLFtVJeNXBIrayhhI1PKVrajl-ojW1srgvMSDHjZTFNym9VlA_nmNvb4uD1NdzR2_9Xv7M9g/s640/blogger-image--1196108636.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Along with Deal Castle,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBRt5ZOIeQJtIucMQA_ewVL67RrPikPuCOWoLxtXFSfCiF6ss-u83M1iuj0UMhYObSAvNbuwfohnhu-iNfqPlZSaenwSnjeziaixJMoWhNEqPxhCSndE-D_nhESkCs8TP_zzMRlbK_5Bh/s640/blogger-image-953565840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBRt5ZOIeQJtIucMQA_ewVL67RrPikPuCOWoLxtXFSfCiF6ss-u83M1iuj0UMhYObSAvNbuwfohnhu-iNfqPlZSaenwSnjeziaixJMoWhNEqPxhCSndE-D_nhESkCs8TP_zzMRlbK_5Bh/s640/blogger-image-953565840.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">and the occasional shopping arcade (we decided there was no room for the horsey)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tomorrow we're heading off to the Chester Festival for a couple of days of fun and song. But first a long drive!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">More news to follow,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Love to all</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">John, Nic and Em</div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>cloudyjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16470840323861846078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-40343072369756209192015-05-17T10:52:00.001-07:002015-05-17T10:52:40.777-07:00Onward we roll<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We're over a week into the tour and it's proving to be an exhausting delight to be back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Last night saw us at Deal in Kent. Lovely club. We've already racked up 2000 miles, with many more to go. We took the time to enjoy the seafront today, along with a quick visit to Dover before heading back inland. Tonight we'll be playing at edenbridge (still in Kent but up the other end). The new songs from Clouded House are going down well (especially beaver!). 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Immigration/customs (both official and strange local), then car, drive, hotel, food, shower, pillow slam.</span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Awoke to find the outskirts of Hounslow as inviting as ever. Ah, Costa!</span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A long slow breakfast, slightly quicker packing of the car and then on our way. Google said 6 and a bit hours so of course bank holiday Friday saw us arrive at Susan and Malcolm's just South of Alnwick Castle just shy of 11 hours after we left. The sign that said "Queues Likely Until August 2015" seemed prescient. An all-too-brief stop at Jacey and Brian's helped us to maintain reasonable caffeine levels.</span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Another bed beckoned but the lag of the jet sees me up and sort of about at the unfamiliar hour of 7 in the morning.</span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Slowly becoming used once more to the ways of the road. </span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We settle in now for a for a spell of recovery, unsheathing the instruments and the employment of loin-girders for what lies ahead. </span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">More to follow.</span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">John</span></div></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13hmFWDN_R0rwKbAbtHuMwDTfTv3XW7uaXLvuxQuX5QklRlX6W2rv9VA2Yfmx8pZ-9UBqqxZ6DqmGU6hXBifHX8_6xp1A7AWMrTqyHw_IaIN_dWBLqq_0b1pIRiUbcWNc3MbX2j-Ll_8k/s640/blogger-image--1554465806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13hmFWDN_R0rwKbAbtHuMwDTfTv3XW7uaXLvuxQuX5QklRlX6W2rv9VA2Yfmx8pZ-9UBqqxZ6DqmGU6hXBifHX8_6xp1A7AWMrTqyHw_IaIN_dWBLqq_0b1pIRiUbcWNc3MbX2j-Ll_8k/s640/blogger-image--1554465806.jpg"></a></div>cloudyjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16470840323861846078noreply@blogger.com1Broomhill Broomhill55.302927 -1.612964tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-80539471123755867502014-04-14T06:12:00.001-07:002014-04-14T06:12:07.696-07:00The Secret History of Queensland - Wish List Productions<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/QFwWBOKfFJw" width="480"></iframe><br />
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The big news that we've been keeping to ourselves is that John is joining the cast of the Australian production of War Horse, the wonderful play from the National Theatre of Great Britain.</div>
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Rehearsals start next week, with the show opening at the end of the year in Melbourne, before touring to Sydney and Brisbane. At this stage, the show is expected to run into August, 2013, although further touring is possible.</div>
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John's role as the Song Man will see him narrating the show in songs, linking scenes, leading the cast in chorus and playing the piano accordion. It is the role currently being performed by Bob Fox in the West End production.</div>
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<br />cloudyjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16470840323861846078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-84244394089338468442012-08-09T00:25:00.004-07:002012-08-09T00:25:39.938-07:00Back from the big tour. Whatever can be next?Our latest UK tour was a load of fun. We're back in the land of Oz, recovered from jet lag, and back with the delightful Morningsong Choir.
Coming up in September, we'll be at the wonderful gathering that is the Neurum Creek Music Festival.
In the meantime, we are sitting on some most wonderful news that will have a big impact on the world of <i>cloudstreet</i>. For now, all is hush-hush, but we promise to share as soon as we can.cloudyjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16470840323861846078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-34823511776292504902012-06-25T05:07:00.001-07:002012-06-25T05:07:36.387-07:00Fiddle Icons: Portraits of Amazing Fiddle Players at NAFCo 2012<a href="http://fiddleicons.blogspot.com/2012/05/fiddle-icons-portraits-of-amazing.html?spref=bl">Fiddle Icons: Portraits of Amazing Fiddle Players at NAFCo 2012</a>: Australian artist Nicole Murray has created portraits of iconic international fiddle players especially for the 2012 Nor...cloudyjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16470840323861846078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-61067487611093674482012-05-26T15:09:00.000-07:002012-05-26T15:36:27.999-07:00Day Eleven of Eleven!<br />
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We packed up. Again. I can hardly wait for the day when I don't have to do that in the morning. The more tired I get, the further I seem to be able to spread out my stuff. I had a huge dose of Vitamin C, which cleared my stuffy nose, and off we went along the highway. The route took us past the western side of Stirling, and the view of the Castle and Wallace Monument in the bright sunshine literally made us gasp.</div>
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By lunch time we were at Perth, and with a bit of cajoling from John, we went back to the Toby Carvery, because it was cheaper than buying picnic things at the supermarket, and I could have lots of veggies. The big picture windows looking out over sunny Perth are pretty good too. But there's still a 90 minute drive to Stonehaven, our destination.<br />
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Edinburgh was basking in the sun when we awoke, and experiencing record high temperatures. John went out on a little foray and did some Field Agent jobs - he has been using an app to find little marketing jobs and earn small amounts of money to save up for his camera. When he returned we packed up and clunked down the 47 steps, stored our luggage and went for a walk round Holyrood Park, past the fantasy towers of Pollock Halls, part of the university student accommodation, and round to Parliament. The park was full of Scottish people startlingly dressed in shorts and singlets. "Did they just have them ready to go?" wondered John. It was winter till three days ago.</div>
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Asking Satnat lady for guidance, we joined the M8 and headed for Glasgow. On the way, John wanted to fit in a couple more Field Agent jobs, and we got a tour of some very dilapidated outer suburbs or villages along the route of the M8. Although many houses had nicely kept hedges, I don't think there is a sadder wall surface than mildew-stained grey pebble dash, one of the few building materials that is not cheered up by sunshine. </div>
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I am always astonished by this building, though I have seen it many times. In the sunlight it was particularly striking, with beautiful stone details on the columns and tower, and inside, the hall upstairs is a soaring space, with golden angels and thistles in the ceiling.</div>
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There was a hot trad trio opening the night, playing formula-one-speed tunes on guitar, concertina and fiddle. Check them out at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;">www.muran.co.uk/</span></div>
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Ok, we're getting quite fatigued now. It takes a long time to get dressed. But it was helped somewhat by a night in the lovely, old-fashioned Links Hotel in Montrose, where the Folk Club is held. We have played there before, and our poster is one of the decorations in the hotel corridor. The room was so old-world it had a trouser press, and a king-size bed. </div>
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We woke to another day of bright sunshine and clear skies, and on our way out of Montrose, stopped to take photos of the viaduct and little colourful boats scattered on the tidal mud.</div>
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It was still a long drive to Edinburgh, so we passed Claypotts Castle in Broughty Ferry without dropping in on my relatives nearby. I hope to see them on the way back. The Forth Bridge gave us breathtaking views of the Firth, and a huge cruise liner entering the waterway under the rosy railway bridge.</div>
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In Edinburgh we went to our B&B, climbed the 47 steps with all our luggage, moved the car around the block to the carpark, and had a rest. The room could best be described as Very Pink. The shower is a bit dicey but eventually delivers hot water. Doesn't want to let it drain away, though.</div>
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I was inspired by the balmy Edinburgh evening to walk the 1.3 miles to the gig. John drove. 1.3 miles turned out to be about half as long again as I expected, so I had to really leg it, but it was a beautiful walk, past wonderfully imaginative stone houses, and along a street with views of the hills beside Holyrood.</div>
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I recognised the club venue when I saw it, and we set about soundchecking and eating. The Edinburgh Folk Club is held in a university bar, which means uni priced meals and drinks, too. Jack, who was doing sound, was immensely obliging and very skillful. We drew a medium sized crowd and even had a support act - Kentucky singer Brigid Kaelin, who sang some great songs with guitar, then topped it all off by playing the saw, which John now wants to do.</div>
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John's voice was completely recovered and we really enjoyed singing together and pushing into those harmonies till the room rattled. People sang along terrifically, and we had a relaxed and lovely gig. In the last two shows we have done Scots of the Riverina, which is a huge emotional contrast to our more joyful Australian material, like Stringybark and Greenhide. The combination we're choosing creates an emotional journey through the set.</div>
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After the show, Paddy Bort, the organiser, informed us they were repairing to Sandy Bell's, and in the hope of a session, I dropped tired John off at the B&B, and went along. There was a small session happening, but I ended up enjoying a conversation with Paddy and Alan from the club, and John, who was Eric Bogle's agent. Quite a lot of the conversation centred on Paddy and Alan's anticipation of a Paul Kelly gig coming up in August in Edinburgh!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-78717444266682914442012-05-23T18:08:00.001-07:002012-05-23T18:08:11.174-07:00Day Eight of Eleven<br />
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We stayed under the lee of the Ochill Hills with Brenda and Richard last night, and they gave us good directions to get to Clackmannan tower. I wanted to see it because I painted a representation of it in my portrait of Alasdair Fraser. The weather continued to be dreamily sunny and wispy, and I couldn't think of more perfect conditions to see the tower, last lived in by the last of Robert the Bruce's line, Lady Catherine, in the late 1700s. Built in pink sandstone, with crenellations, it was an evocative sight, set on a hill with a panoramic backdrop of the Ochills. John used his new camera to take lots of creative shots. Now he wants a polarising filter. The other feature of Clackmannan was this intriguing stone edifice....</div>
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We stopped for lunch in Perth. We meant to just drop in, but everything was so gorgeous in the sun…. We came across the Toby Carvery straight away, and had been given a two-meals-for-ten-quid voucher earlier in the trip, so we used it! If you are up for a roast lunch, this isn't a bad way to get one, lots of vegies, choice of meats. We sat in a sunlit booth overlooking the River Tay and Perth city. After lunch we walked across the bridge to buy a paper, and I've never seen the Tay look so inviting, I almost could have jumped in, but the fisherman wouldn't have liked it!</div>
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I saw a little bit of art in Perth, and enjoyed a walk around, but frustratingly, found the huge art gallery with no time to spare to look inside. We drove on to Montrose, admiring the countryside and getting excited when we glimpsed the sea.</div>
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Montrose Folk Club is held at the Links Hotel, where they also put us up. Its a classic old hotel, quite big and full of fading grandeur, like huge mirrors, small sculptures and some really wonderful stained glass windows by the aesthetic movement pioneer, Daniel Cottier. (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Cottier)</div>
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We had a keen crowd and some terrific floorspots including poet Rachel Fox, who presented a chapter of her epic poem about the mental hospital in Montrose. For all of her poem, look here: <a href="http://balladoffearandnow.blogspot.co.uk/"><span style="color: #144fae; text-decoration: underline;">http://balladoffearandnow.blogspot.co.uk/</span></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-80168807844363936262012-05-23T18:04:00.000-07:002012-05-26T15:43:17.933-07:00Day Seven of Eleven<br />
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Scotland!! The drive up from Newcastle to Scotland is full of glorious vistas and picturesque stone villages. The sun is gone again but the moors are still beautiful.</div>
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We stopped in Wooler, where John went to the Angel pub and I walked up and down the town, seeing some very interesting landscapes in The Design Room gallery, and having lunch at Ramblers Cafe, where Dawn and Ivan make good coffee.</div>
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In Scotland the weather cleared to broad blue skies. We had sweeping views of Edinburgh and the Forth as we drove in and up to Stirling. We parked at the Rugby Club, where the folk club meets, and so does a very noisy aerobics class. The grounds of the club have a spectacular view of the Wallace monument and its escarpment. We walked into town in the beautiful sunlight. Our way took us over the footbridge where the Battle of Stirling happened in the 14th century, and past the lovely river bank, through the pedestrian tunnel and up the hill past St Mary's, to the town centre, which is a carbon copy of high streets everywhere. But either side of the central section the shops get more interesting. We ate in town and walked back to the Rugby Club, entering it through a swarm of sweating aerobicists.</div>
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This is a club that really knows how to sing, and when Big John did three songs to start off, he did one with a quirky story about a beggar who gets conscripted. It reminded me of Bert Murray, my grandfather, both the way he sang and the stories he loved.</div>
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We had a terrific night with everyone at Stirling. John's voice is still not 100%, because he hasn't been able to rest it this week, but he is taking care of it and singing well. Quite amazing.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-52678651016464474682012-05-23T18:00:00.001-07:002012-05-23T18:00:43.751-07:00Day Six of Eleven.<br />
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Its Sunday, and in the world of John Thompson, that means Sunday Roast. We left Jacey's and came down the side of the Pennines on the lookout for John's quarry, a carvery. The idea of roast is quite thoroughly entrenched across the UK, and pretty much any pub that can do food will do a roast on Sunday. After a couple of false starts, we found a place called the Black Bull, which had a beautiful carvery with lots of vegies.</div>
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The drive north is beautiful, and as the clouds began to clear and the sky got higher and bluer, our spirits lifted. All the young spring growth glows in the sunlight, and the fields and towns are pretty. Coming into Gateshead, we drove past the welcoming open arms of the Angel of the North, the sculpture that is human, plane and indomitable spirit all in one.</div>
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We had a Travelodge room again, and John's voice is still tender from his cold, so he went straight to bed for a rest. I went for a walk and discovered we were opposite Newcastle Racecourse at Gosforth Park. It was once used as a scout and guide camp too, in amongst the spreading woodlands, and I had a pleasant walk along inviting paths through the woods.</div>
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We took the Tyne Tunnel to South Shields, and had dinner in a pub with Susan and Malcolm Craven, champions of the Northumbrian smallpipes, and organisers of the Singing Weekend we are running on June 9-10 in North Broomhall, Northumberland. We'd love you to come along! Here are the details again:</div>
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Down to Westoe Football Club, current home of South Shields Folk Club, and Brian, Brian and Ken, the organisers, managed to badger Susan into doing a floorspot, after she got her pipes out to play a few tunes with us. She did three tunes and finished with that devilish array of arpeggios, The De'il Amang the Tailors.</div>
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All the floorspots were entertaining, sometimes moving, and there is certainly a strong singing tradition in this club. In spite of a smallish crowd last night, it was one of the strongest nights of singing along we have had on the tour.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-15475487957429784662012-05-20T06:08:00.000-07:002012-05-20T06:08:11.610-07:00Day Five of Eleven.<br />
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On the way north through Nottinghamshire from Bury, we were scooting along by Clumber Park when John exclaimed, "There was an elephant by the side of the road." We turned around to investigate, to the consternation of Satnav Lady, and John found this friend.</div>
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We drove up to Yorkshire to Jacey Bedford's house. She is our agent and we've staying there so many times, it was a homecoming. We got a wonderful warm welcome and the use of a washing machine - really like home! </div>
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Al Parrish, the great big bass player from Tanglefoot, the big-voiced Canadian band, is doing a solo tour, and he came with us to Wortley Folk Club and did a great floor spot. We discovered, as part of our fact-finding tour of the UK, that Wortley is pronounced 'wertly' and is actually held in Stocksbridge.</div>
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There were several floor singers (people who get up to do a couple of songs, for those in Australia who don't know the term), and they were all great. The audience was very attentive and we had a most enjoyable gig, except for the bit where John knocked his drink into all the leads!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861065194644116071.post-33919509247999344942012-05-20T06:07:00.001-07:002012-05-20T06:07:02.223-07:00Day Four of Eleven.<br />
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We packed up our suitcases, loaded the car and drove back to Dartford. John took the train in to London, where he had a few things to do, and I went to visit my second cousin once removed, Sadie. That means she's my gran's niece. Sadie was looking wonderful, as well as I've ever seen her, but she had a heart attack last month. She was amazingly recovered, and filled me in on the doings of many people to whom I am related in the UK, but haven't met.</div>
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People were rushing about on black bicycles with wicker baskets on the front, tourists were queuing for the visually lush experience of punting on the Cam, there was a sense of rightness in the world that comes from a group of people realising their full potential. That was what I felt. There are so few places in the world where many people are stretching and challenging their intellects, finding opportunities and expanding their horizons as a matter of course, but Cambridge feels like one of them. We all deserve a chance to excel.</div>
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But I was there to collect John from the train, on the way to our gig. I was fortunate to have a little bit of time for a wander and to see a contemporary art gallery. Then we paid for it by driving in peak hour traffic to my second cousin Gerald's place near Bury St Edmunds, where our gig was.</div>
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Gerald came with us to the gig, and being an art teacher, he was very instructive about the fascinating array of architecture we were passing on the way in to Bury. There is a huge church, which was regarded as a small church in the grounds of the Abbey, when the Abbey existed. But Henry VIII got rid of that. A prosperous market town for centuries, Bury is full of wonderful, airy, beautifully built merchants houses, and a massive Corn Exchange, all columns and neoclassical lines, which is currently being turned into a Wetherspoon, upon which opinion is divided in the town.</div>
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Our gig turned out to be part of the Bury Arts Festival, so to our delight, the room was overflowing with people who wouldn't normally hear about folk gigs, but who really enjoyed our music. It was a marvellous night, with about 90 people, and a support act called The Larks. Marvellous.</div>
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We're staying in the excruciatingly modernised bit of Maidstone, (Travelodge, Matalan, Asda, Lidl) but a few hundred metres along the River Medway, the century changes. Glorious stone buildings reflect serenely in the Medway, and secret lives are lived along the river. I greeted a man who was sitting quietly, waiting for passing foot traffic to subside so his tame water rat would come over and eat. I saw a man sitting by the river beside the travelodge, juggling three swords. The church had unusual, cylindrical graves, and much of the area was built in the fourteenth century.</div>
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Folk at the Drum had a full house, which was 28 people - its a cosy room! There were terrific floorspots, lots of harmonies, our friends Brian and Marian sang a rousing song about Jackie Frost, and most of our songs were augmented by voices in harmony.</div>
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Tips for touring musicians: the cornerstones of survival on tour in UK are surely Wetherspoons and Travelodge. Look for cheap rooms on Travelodge's website, you can often get them for £19. Wetherspoon's huge chain of pubs does food all day, which is when you need it! Its tasty, its cheap, their coffee is good and 99p, they have free wi-fi. These two tips apply all over the UK.</div>
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Thanks to the magic of earplugs, I woke at 11 and had to go and move the car out of the shopping centre car park into the Travelodge car park which now had spaces, before we got a ticket. At least we didn't have to move it by 8am like we did in Blackpool. Sigh. How glamorous.</div>
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English rivers always put the word "river" before their names. Australian rivers use the river's name as an adjective: The Burdekin River, the Brisbane River, the Ross River. In the UK we have seen such delights as the River Ribble, the River Erewash, and the River Wantsum. Well, said John, the river can't have any.</div>
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Haverfolk Club has moved to a long, pleasant room at the back of the White Horse in Chadwell, and its great singing ethos remains strong. John is at the end of a cold, so we have left a couple of more taxing vocal workouts like King Willy off the list for a few days to let him recover. We made sure we had plenty of chorus songs there, and were rewarded with powerful singing from the audience.</div>
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And here is the floorspot with the shiniest tambourine - it actually had fairy lights wrapped round it!</div>
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Its day one of our epic eleven day run of consecutive shows, and tonight we are playing in Dartford. The challenge of these eleven days is to try to appreciate new and interesting things in the UK, while on a gruelling schedule.</div>
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And we've made a brilliant start. Last night, we made a trip to London's West End and saw a show. Any show in the West End would do, really, to tick that box. But we saw Warhorse, the show that has been winning awards, and wowing audiences with its incredible storytelling, following the life of a Devon horse who goes to the trenches of France, and using larger than life puppetry to bring it alive. It was a powerful evening of theatre.</div>
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We came back to Essex by tube and then car, and spent Day One (today) tying up more details of my June art exhibition, practising, and finally, driving to Dartford Working Men's club over the Dartford Crossing.</div>
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Almost full house at Dartford (more than 70), and the opening act was usually a session at the Mick Jagger Centre. They were called Jaggerfolk. Lovely tunes and songs. We enjoyed bringing our new swag of Australian songs to the old Dart, and lots of people sang, and even (shhh) did actions to The Miner's Washing. Sheepskin Creek was requested, we did it. And our dear friend Debbie Carmi, last seen in Brisbane, has moved back to London, and came along with her parents. A delight to see her. She's an acupuncturist and massage therapist and naturopath - anyone need one in London? She loosened up my sore shoulder (too much flute) just while sitting there talking to me.</div>
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Now we are at a Travelodge in Maidstone, with the tiniest room I've ever seen at Travelodge, but still bigger than a 3rd floor BnB room we once had in Dorset. Its clean, its comfy, the shower's hot, its two in the morning and time for sleep.</div>
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Did I manage something cultural or interesting in all that lot?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0