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4th July, a night of thinly disguised love songs Unaware of how this sesh would pan out, I started the night off with a cover of a song I had heard, recently, at an Open Mic performance: “Take Another Piece of My Heart” [I’m not actually a non-romantic myself. I love this song from the 60s, in all of its associated versions]. But then, I followed up hard with a semi-improvised “Trouble in Mind” before introducing Lance, to follow it with: “Why [oh why] Did the Chicken Cross The Road”, which made perfect sense, actually [luckily]. Anyway, Lance lolled us down a notch with his excellent “A Gardener’s World” and concluded that with a verse full of whistling, rather whimsically, I thought. Simon came up after Lance with his rather possessively self-penned: “Black Hole in My Garden [sans whistling] then he attempted to ‘murder an Eagle’s song: “The Girl from Yesterday”. It sounded quite lively to my ears – went down well, that one, for sure. Then it was Chris J Martin’s time to give us “A Song about Dreams”, literally: coming from a place all mixed and jumbled. “I Want to Sing Along”; looking for a friend, to hold my hand” followed that initial song-writing-in-performance piece. This time seeming to be more about the ambiguities of escapism, and convoluted imagery – ‘down the spiral stairs’ we went. Sue and Jim, over from The Crown & Anchor Club, Eastbourne, had a night out with “Raglan Road” in true Folk Music mode. This was reaffirmed beautifully by Bert Jansch’s “Go Your Way My Love”, a lovely performance indeed. Heather, dear Heather with the first [and only] nylon strung guitar, sang “So Far Away” about itinerant lovers – here we go! Then she gave us one of Harvey Andrew’s protest songs. It sounded compelling, but I still forgot to get the title of it – remiss of me, sorry. Lisa [took her place, on the left to us] with Jason to her left [right to us], no matter, they were together and blended typically as one with their original songs tonight being: “Cat’s Cradle” and “South Eastern Breeze” – catch us if you can …. Softly focussed Steph was well programmed to take us on through “Love Me Tender” and “Generations”, I think by Sammy Khan [but could be wrong, erm … generous hearts]. The first very thinly disguised love song, of the evening, was a good one composed by, and performed by Andy Melrose: “Fairground” from when time had seemed suspended during ‘Lockdown’ as the ‘night ghosts assembled on the streets’, it followed his : “73 Kites”, which was acutely observed from the 3-day-working-weeks of 1973 [Coal Strikes], ‘let them fly, let them fly – Set Them Free’ – love it [all of it c/w Kites]! Jason came back, this time augmented by Helga on flute: “Love Me Two Times”, riffing on a vintage Martin guitar going through a Clover Preamp, as was I when I joined forces with Helga’s flute; taking the top line over my modally tuned baritone guitar [and I own up, I had minimally rearranged Bert Jansch’s DADGD arrangement of ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face’ which, when I first learned it, was recorded as an instrumental]. Nelson King gave us a solo rendition of one of his album tracks [one of many, apparently], it had a strong rock groove: “Will the World Ever Dance Your Way?”, qualified as it was by ‘I’ve seen things to make you pray’ it led perfectly into his next, atmospheric rock groove: “I got It Wrong”, qualified again, ‘I got it wrong, there ain’t no doubt, the word is out’ – and it was! Josie & Jim, were in attendance tonight, also. They treated us to: “The Legend of Uncle Jim”, a brilliant story about a legendary storyteller [anecdotally aka Seamus, as one of his alter-egos, I suspect, in real life] – ‘If the tales are good, it ain’t a sin; one helluva time you’ll have with UNCLE JIM’! Aha, not so thinly disguised, this next love-song: “Peacock Blue Dress” followed the Uncle Jim characterisation very nicely, I though/felt; ‘Dance in your Peacock Blue Dress, that flows like water around you – the one that you wore when we first met’, how about that, then. Spot on. Mike Osborne, gave us a John Martyn song of typically mixes messages: ”I Don’t Want To Know About Evil” – ‘I only want to know about love’ – Oh, the irony …. Mike gave it a summarily interesting, but dissonant guitar coda apropos the man [John had lived in Hastings as do Mike and myself; we know about ‘The Lord Nelson’ public house, in which Mr Martyn once thrived [and lived in]. Mike agreed to me entitling his second song “Copenhagen Coincidences”, he seemed to be happy enough with that in lieu of [Untitled]. Mike had met a Danish Debutante at one time, in Copenhagen – you’ve gotta hear it. Lightning does strike twice, sometimes! Roy played us out, graciously at the piano. Thanx Roy.
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“A few beautiful souls” So, here we are, but a few beautiful souls Singing our hearts out to anyone who shows We care just about the music And anyone who knows What it is that reaches these few beautiful souls So, here we were, but a few beautiful souls Who is going to hear us, heaven only knows We care just about the music And don’t worry about who shows For this is what makes us a few beautiful souls And who will be there next for these few beautiful souls? Why do we do this? Somebody must know. There’s only one reason for the music If its truly in your heart, it shows Otherwise you’ll never be one of the few beautiful souls . . . Jason, poet, June 2023 Thank you to Manus, Simon, Lance, Emma, Mike, newcomers on holiday Christine & Peter, Joseph, and Roy, for your wonderful performances. It was a pleasure to host you all. Hosted by Chris Martin
“Songwriters of the World Unite” So here we are the songwriters of the World Coming from every neighbourhood Singing about anything that takes our fancy Be it cityscapes or be it the deep dark wood So here we are songwriters of renown Performing with our customary aplomb Singing about the world and its wife Until they decide to drop the big bomb So we look to the songwriters and their art Playing anywhere that we think they might dig us Whether we sing about plain old meat and two veg Or something artfully cooked with buttered asparagus So we think we’re so creative, songwriters of the locale Peddling our various tunes to anyone with ears Playing to haughty consumers of any fancy cocktails Or just some ruffians sinking a few beers . . . Jason, poet, June 2023 Thank you to CJ Martin for hosting and performing along with other excellent performances by Colin, Brenda, The Whale & The Dragonfly, Manus, Lisa & Jason, Emma, Terry, Frank, Laura, Heather, Mike, Simon and Chris Mansell. Hosted by Ella The room was full of performers even though it looked somewhat empty as I arrived. Jason had the ‘list’ well underway. Phew. There were a couple of later arrivals, which isn’t unusual. So with lucky thirteen ready to go, I opened the evening playing guitar (not my usual instrument) and sang Joni Mitchell’s Big Yellow Taxi, which is every bit as relevant today as it was in 1970 when she wrote it. It has taken a very long time for a more general acceptance of the importance of wildlife and nature and the amount of damage humanity continues to inflict on it. Let’s maybe just take a moment to consider and cherish the natural world and wildlife. It provides us with good therapy and makes our lives possible in so many ways. OK, off my soap box now. I went on to sing Prairie Town by written by Ruth Moody. Clive had joined us this evening and he reprised my offering of John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’ last time, with an environmentally orientated Julian Lennon song, followed by a short ditty about potholes, taking his cue from the Beatles’ 4,000 holes in Blackburn: ‘A Day in the Life’ on the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album. He completed his spot with a version of Supertramp’s ‘Goodbye Stranger. Singing a cappella rather than speaking poetry this evening, Brenda sang the traditional song: ‘The River is Wide’. She remembered it as sung by The Seekers, when it gave her ‘the shivers’….. ‘love fades away like the morning dew….’Beautifully sung thank you Brenda. Joseph hasn’t joined us at the Bells for a while but he went on to follow Brenda in a very different and confident style, accompanying himself on guitar. His first song by the Dead South’s ‘Gunslinger’s Glory’: I wanna be the best… the quickest draw … ‘ but ending with a bullet in the head. It felt like we were in the soundtrack to a ‘Western’. In a similarly strong style, he continued with ‘The Highway Man’, (originally a poem written by Alfred Noyes) inspired by a version sung by American songwriter and protest singer Phil Ochs. This also ended with redcoats, and some more blood and death. As is so often the way of these evenings, there was another complete change of style and presentation as Helga, on flute, and Manus, on guitar, presented their interpretation of Jimi Hendrix’s Little Wing … ‘walking through the clouds ….. riding with the wind’. Manus then sang Lou Reed’s ‘Walk on the Wildside’ with Helga accompanying him on flute. ‘It’s not a ‘trans-anthem’, said Manus, ‘it’s just sex, drugs and rock and roll’. It was released way back in 1972 on the album ‘Transformer’. Hey, you got to Hide your Love Away was the following song, beautifully expressed by Jason and Lisa. Even older that the Lou Reed song, this Beatles song appeared on the ‘Help’ album in 1965. The blending and interweaving of both voice and guitar style continued with Bill Munroe’s Blue Moon of Kentucky. Keep on shining you two. Emma’s week had been turned upside down by damage caused to her camper van by the very mechanics working on it, distracting her from song-writing plans. This meant that we heard her accompany herself on ukulele with ‘Can you tell me how to get an Irish Passport’, her very amusing observations about the inconvenience of Brexit. Well, we all laughed again, as we also did at her ‘Pollution Calypso’ which covered the ongoing fiasco of Southern Water’s far too frequent release of raw sewage into the sea, making the beach at Bexhill a hostile environment and ‘paddling in sewage in Pevensey’ (amongst other places of course) an unpleasant option. Frank, Laura, Helga and Joseph together performed an extended version of Bob Dylan’s ‘Mr Bojangles’ followed by another extended version of Dylan’s song ‘I Shall be Released’ originally recorded in 1967 with The Band. ‘I see my light come shining, from west unto the east ….’ ‘Romeo and Juliet’ written by Mark Knopfler and recorded by Dire Straits in 1980, was Terry Lees first song. His second was fast and involved an impossible number of notes for the standard issue of five fingers per hand: ‘Music for a Found Harmonium’ by Penguin Café Orchestra. Chris (Mansell) turned up this evening with a neighbour who sings, and Anita was a treat. With no more than a few minutes ‘rehearsal’, Chris sang ‘Summertime’ with Anita adding extra vocals. He played guitar and offered word prompts (not that you’d have noticed missing words really) and encouraged Anita to improvise. Wonderful. A real treat. Chris continued solo with ‘If I was a Carpenter’, written by Tim Hardin in 1960 and performed by him at Woodstock in 1969. It has been recorded by various other artists including Bobby Darin, the Four Tops and Johhny Cash. Chris is another guitarist who appears to have more than the usual quota of fingers on each hand. He was joined by Terry with Lisa bringing in some tambourine on ‘Ting-a-ling’, originally recorded by The Clovers in 1952: ‘The way they laugh, the way they sing, makes my heart go ting-a-ling’. With Jason singing and playing Leadbelly’s ‘Take this Hammer’, (a prison, logging and railroad song), Helga played blues alongside, with a couple of solo spots on flute. Laura livened up the presentation wielding a tambourine. The Whale and the Dragon (Martin and Sheila) had been quietly waiting in the shadows. Their name is based on animal spirits, apparently due to the problem of finding a name to share for their performances together, with Sheila being the dragon and Martin, the whale. ‘My Hot Air Balloon’ was a song about solitude and deepening connectivity with people. They followed with ‘Joy in my Soul’, celebrating a time to be alone whilst enjoying joy in the soul. These songs were ‘sparse’ and airy after the density and intensity of the previous few songs. Olly was remembering a friend, Stevie Stone, who has recently passed away, as he sang Bob Dylan’s ‘She belongs to me’, observing how powerful it must be to ‘Take the dark out of the night time and paint the daytime black’….’She’s an artist’. His second song was Goldwatch Blues by singer-songwriter Mick Softley, but probably better known through Donovan’s cover version of 1965. Monica hasn’t been here with us for a while, but this evening she was back in style with her ukele, and backing vocals from Laura and Lisa, to sing Fisherman’s Blues: ‘I will be the fisherman, with light in my head and you in my arms’, (The Waterboys). To end the evening, and what a great evening it was, she sang John Denver’s ‘I’m leavin’ on a jet plane’. The Merry Month of May is a poem in the play ‘The Shoemaker’s Holiday’ by Thomas Dekker (1572 – 1632) first performed in 1599: ‘O the month of May, the merry month of May, So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green….... Nightingale, the pretty nightingale, the sweetest singer in the forest…’ May has turned the world has very green, trees and plants billowing with bright new leaves all over the place, and everywhere, including the roadsides, crowded with flowers and colour, but where are the bees and the buzzing things? When did anyone last hear a nightingale sing? With thanks to everyone who joined us at the Six Bells for the evening, and to Jason for getting the room set-up in advance and manning the sound desk. Take care and see you soon, Ella For your diary perhaps: Terry Lees and Natasha Norodien’s CD launch: 7pm for 7.30 at Bridge Cottage, Uckfield Joseph’s Runt in Tun (Heathfield) evenings 8 – 10pm on last Wednesday of the month Hosted by Heather
“Night of Celebration” Build me a house from anything you like Light up my life with your helping hand Throw me that lifeline like I knew you would And help me back to this safe land There’s a train ready for all you souls All you have to do is get on board For everyone from here to Trenchtown All we have to do is praise the Lord Singing for your happiness Wishing you the best of days Singing for life ahead Generous in so many ways Such beauty at the piano The blues so strong in your gentle hands You sing from the heart once again And spirit us away to foreign lands We laughed at the wordplay Performing with the simple ukulele You raised our spirits with such humour Delivering your songs so feyly And once again from the heart Gentle talent will shine through You envelop us with your every breath And enchant is all with your songs anew . . . Jason, poet, May 2023 Thank you to Heather, CJ Martin, Simon, Brenda, Manus, Lisa & Jason, Chris Mansell, Frank, Two’s Company, Paula, Clive, Terry, Sami Rae, Emma, Helga and Ella, for all your wonderful performances. And a big thank you to Martin on bass guitar for all his accompaniment. Hosted by Jason It’s easy to do, childhood living Spent a brief way from you It’s easy to see rivers flowing by We are joined in the deep, dark blue The tale of the tapestries it does bind us Weaving through life’s river of love We created this emotional fabric to clothe us Then take flight like the branch carrying dove Through all the shades of any colour you like We explore the space with all our love Through time we play and sing all night We take life from the very light above Singing tales from the London riverside Urban poetry cuts deep into the stones Delivered directly with a stark honesty Working class hero to his very bones Jason, poet, April 2023 Thank you to Simon Watt, Lance, CJ Martin, David Dyke, Lisa & Jason, Chris Mansell, Brenda, Frank, Helga, Laura, Heather, Paula, Alexis McGloan, John Stephens, Nelson King, Terry Lees and Mark, for all their fabulous performances. “Here comes the Spring”
We sing, we love, we flew together As the river moves before where we sat We sing, we tell tales of one another Of the life that we wanted and that is that So sing, so travel through the North Country Fair As the river flows along to take us there So love, so rhyme, live life as we dare Of a place called Another World, who knows where? Behold the mystic Mind above all creation Into the heart of the celeb Fame will bring its own elation Hey, Hey, My, My Out of the red mist they do say My, My, Hey, Hey Into the ocean blue we make way The felled trees cannot hold him Wounded knee presents no bounds He returns to sing his life long tales Country soul staring down the hounds A soft tale and then a song Memories of a favourite singer do fly A gentle soul she does perform From where our love will never die The sensual dancing Queen The Lord of the dark humour Visions of fruit in places never seen Could it be more than a rumour? Sing us your tale of the darkest nights Take me down with you to the depths below As she entices the audience with all her might The musical dance like a river it did flow Riding the whale Song for a dad Folk beauty behold For his dearest dad . . . Jason, poet, 2023 Thank you to Lisa & Jason, CJ Martin, Lance, Simon Watt, Brenda, Emma, Heather, The Botticellis, Chris Mansell, Paul McGloan, Terry Lees, Paula, Frank, Laura, Jim Tipler, John Stephens, Tessa, Keith Willson, for all their wonderful performances. And thanking our audience for their support and appreciation of all the performers. “Dancing to the End of Love”
Singing of the joy Dancing to the love To be here with you sweetheart Giving voice to that One Dove The palette of beauty Italianate fair Conversation so cutesy As they all move the air Soft sweet sounds But be under no illusion Both laughter and tears abound For there’s no foregone conclusion Beauty in the blackness Music in blinding white You cast your spell upon us We all came out for the night Legend of Rock n Roll, dance with our dreams To the sound of the caressed tambourine Legend with the 12-string, that does ring so clean To the dancing beauty who looks so serene Summon me the spirit of the folk heroine Your Eastern strings hold in trance all who hear Your gentle voice gives life to those sweet words Your song crosses the ocean for me, my sweet dear Triptych of the master Acoustic plucked like heart’s own strings Every mood is on his palette Of great love and broken hearts he sings . . . Jason, Poet March 2023 Thank you to Lisa & Jason, Helga, Lance, Frank, Laura, Manus, John & Di Cullen, Chris Mansell & Paul McGloan, Brenda, Simon Joslin, Kat Black & Mr White, Terry O’Brien, John Stephens, Simon Watt, Ella, Erika, Keith Willson, for all their wonderful performances. Hosted by Jason:
Night of the Bright Black Stars Sing me the tale of the black pearl blues Sell your soul to the Devil one last time Sing me the tale of Mr Smith A banquette laid before us with fine fayre and wine Sing me the tale of music from the village hall Picture these songs adorning the walls Sing me a tale of another open night Music pouring forth like water falls Sing me the tale of how I told you that I love you Lay your head upon the pillow beside me Sing to us your delicate spoken word As Irish hearts beat so strongly within thee Sing me the tale of New York Celtic mist Remembering those guitar gods, the Pentangle greats Sing to me of the helpless and the hoping Just for a while before it’s too late Sing of the sea shanty and the Penny whistle Folk tunes to the Devil to rise from the dead Sing of the white lines and the Honky Tonk Women And lead the ensemble through 12 glorious bars to our beds Sing of the judge, the jury and the executioner The Mississippi Delta and that National guitar Sing of the benefit of the doubt for all races Do we still immerse them in the feather and the tar? Sing of the outlaw named Billy The Kid And the tale of the evil deeds that he did But the blues still suffered in the voice of Holiday And so our final performer sent us all on our way . . . Jason, Poet, February 2023 Thank you to Lance, Colin, Brenda, Frank, Laura, Michael Watts, Terry & Natasha, Chris Mansell, John Stephens, Milton Hide, Bob Melrose, Erica Olson, Ian Chisholm, and Lisa & Jason, for all the wonderful performances. |
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