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That was a whole week ago, so I'm getting behind with blogging the weekly songs which makes it more difficult to remember.So the date was Wednesday 10th March at Havering Folk Club and the songs I played last week were Back in The Field and Norwegian Wood.If I remember correctly there was also time for one last song at the end of the evening and I played The Wreckers Prayer.Not to self: Must be more prompt when writing up these music blogs. According to youtube I seem to have played The Rowan Tree recently as well and that may well be a missing week.

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last week it was the turn of Simon Oliver to have a member's featured evening at Havering Folk Club, and he borrowed my vintage Guild 12 string guitar for a few numbers which gave me the chance to sit in the audience and hear what it sounds like, unamplified, in the medieval pub room upstairs at the Golden Lion, Romford. Sounded pretty good to me, Well done Simon. I played "The Nutmeg Tree"

THE FOLKER(Fred Wedlock)Oh, my name is “Lead Fingers Murphy” and my story's seldom toldI massacre folk music with a yard of German plywood and a capoI do requests--just the ones that have two chords in them and I disregard the restNa na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .In the Seabeen Pub I clean forgot the 42nd verse,So I sang the 27th twice as loud and in reverse and no one notice.I laughed for hours the tears ran down me trouser legI thought I'd wet me drawersWell, I stand on stage the hero a martyr to me tradeAnd carry the reminders of all the gigs I've played in like the Irish ClubWhere I fled in mortal fear—with the imprint of a Guinness bottle stamped across my earNa na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .Seeking twenty with expenses I went looking for a gigBut I got no offers--just a come on from a groupie up in BoulderI do declare--I was feeling rather randy and I had her then and thereNa na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .Na na na-ya Na na na na na na na-yaNa na na-ya Na na na na na na na-yaNa na na-ya Na na na na na na na-yaWell, I've sung the folk tradition with my finger in my earCause half the stuff I'm singin'—I just can't bear to hear—it's a load of cobblersBar after bar--to the rhythm of an out of tune Japanese guitarNa na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .Well, I met this great guitarist and I asked him for adviceBut the message that he gave me--wasn't very nice or even civilStick it where--and if I did how could I tune it with it shoved way up thereNa na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .Now I've got my thing together, man, I'm really freaking outReading “Melody Maker,” mainlining on draught stout and having hang upsAnd like the rest, I'm having trouble with my sex life since I fell and broke my wristAnd my other songs are twice as bad as this

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Kew Gardens March 2010

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