Some notes on Friday
a select few attended with some audience toward the end who kindly said they were impressed by the performances.
Not everyone had read the email properly so some punk offers were under cooked or non existent
MDF kicked off without BJ or George or TCB, with London Calling, getting in early since George had "kindly" pointed everyone at it on the email link, we needn't have worried as... not everyone read the email... then followed by our offering a raggedy version of Town Called Malice, not helped by our busking mic failure so the Girl's vocals were a little lost.
Pete (from Clifton) with wife Marian kicked off with the Oasis Half the World away to warm up and then wacked into Julian Copes World Shut your mouth, a proper punk anthem.
Tugril and Sandy were guilty of not reading ht email and sang Side by Side followed by Blue Moon at a decidedly ordinary non punk speed.
Steve stepped up with a rendition of Paul Wellers Wild Wild Wood and then with what proved to be a winning performance of Psycho killer by the Talking Heads, complete with French lyrics.
Paddy gave us a song I wrote down but cant read my notes on and then Green Day's Good Riddance which we haven't heard him do for a long time, well done Paddy.
Finally Allan with 2 "l's" sang Ride on by Christie Moore and then Windy Harbour, Allan said, "what's punk?" (he didn't but he might have)
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| Psycho Killer Qu'est-ce Que C'est? |
Pete and Miriam a lovely self penned song about their daughter leaving home and then Fat Bottomed Girls
T & S When I'm 64, a Ewan McColl song (no notes from me)and dedicated follower of fashion
Steve, bravely wearing the black bin bag of anarchy, awarded for the winning punk rendition gave us Dont Worry about a thing, a John Martyn song and Squeezebox (Who) and then Psycho killer again.
Paddy: Sam Stone, Sweet Baby James and El Paso
Allan: Blackleg miner on the Bodrum, Working man and Windmills
Most of the ensemble then got up for a rendition of Chip Shop and then
Wagon wheel. We were joined by a chap from the audience who asked if he could play the Cajon, his name might have been Chris but by then I was losing the will to live, anyway he sat down and battered the bloody living daylights out of the old girl. It transpires he lives in Kilsby and sells... musical instruments.
Wagon wheel. We were joined by a chap from the audience who asked if he could play the Cajon, his name might have been Chris but by then I was losing the will to live, anyway he sat down and battered the bloody living daylights out of the old girl. It transpires he lives in Kilsby and sells... musical instruments.
It remains to be seen if any of the artists or Chris are ever seen again.
We also had in attendance Mrs Fleming's third son, who unfortunately had a shoulder injury and couldn't join in, but made his presence felt by boosting Maggie's takings, every time I looked up he was at the bar, "mines a(nother) pint please Brian"
cheers
don't ever ask me to do that again
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