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skitster's (and SELFS's) wonderful "Folk Yule 2" last night...Instead, I think I'll go for telegrammatic impressions
- Me telling an audience of Pass-The-Parcellers not to clap along with my music, because it was "putting me off"...
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transpont singing a lovely song about a bit of Greenwich Park- The saintly
skitster making order out of potential chaos (and chaos magick)- Hawthorn Well singing the "clean" version of "Postman's Knock" (as opposed to the filthy Blackheath Morris version)
- Penny Hedge (probably not her real name, I now realise) telling a slightly haunting story about a tree.
- A woman with a guitar singing a self-penned song from the point of view of "Canoe Man", bizarrely giving him a strong West Coast American accent.
- My wife, blindfolded, wrestling with a man dressed as a "Yule Cat".
- A woman, whose name I didn't catch, doing what I can only describe as performance riddling, which was a million times better than that sounds - funny, thrilling and puzzling.
- The sight of lots of people unsuccessfully suppressing giggles whilst a histrionic poem by Aleister Crowley (possibly the most ludicrous Englishman to ever live) was read out - ostensibly to help heal Terry Pratchett (?)
Oh, Man, nobody organises events like
skitster. It was worth it just to see the expressions on spoombung and jurawatchmaker's faces. Actually it was worth it, full stop. Bravo!
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Thanks for the review, I happen to know quite a few talented people piled I'm deliriously happy to put them all in a room together. I'm still suppressing the urge to shout "let's start a music & performance club!" which will pass in a few days.
T'was a rare evening.
Cracking evening though, which will be much discussed on Sunday I'm sure. Real shame
Your ambient/techno folk was excellent. But for me, the woman with no name's riddles were the highlight of the evening. I can even forgive her for tugging my ears.
Come on
She's story-teller Sarah Rundle, I met her at Rotherhithe Museum the year before last. Her website is: http://www.sarahrundle.co.uk
The museum at Rotherhithe is another hidden gem.
But I am somewhat bemused by the experience. On entering "SELF" in the searchbox, I was greeted with a picture of a busty young lady with come hither eyes, together an option to "Poke Her!" What can this mean? Are you sure this is an appropriate forum for the South East London Folklore Society?