I know this is a jazz blog, but I’m sure readers won’t mind a brief review to follow up Lance’s item, especially since Lance was there (yes, at a folk do!) for part of the time
The four Mummers were resplendently dressed as St George on his horse; a green dragon who also played the doctor; a rather sexy witch with a cobweb attached to the back of her hat; and a Friar Tuck. They did the play to an appreciative audience in the Alum house, then, I’m told, stopped the karaoke in Rosie’s with their play and played to a happy audience in the Stag’s Head. The witch then took ill (did she cast a spell on herself by mistake I wonder?) and had to go home.
Meanwhile, we singers and musicians stayed in the Alum house and had a great time playing, with performers dropping by throughout the afternoon. There were 3 fiddles, small pipes, and a hurdy-gurdy, besides the usual flutes, whistles, mandolins and guitars. Four of us sang chorus songs (ie songs with a chorus, not chorus as in jazz songs). Folkies had come from Jarrow, Hebburn, North Tyneside and Sunderland, as well as local South Shields people. One singer had even dropped by from Worcester, via Newcastle. He was colourfully dressed in green and white, with a striped tie. I thought at first that he must surely be a supporter of Celtic football team. There was even a clog dance. There’s nothing quite like the hard, sharp rhythm of clogs on a wooden floor.
So now you know what folkies do on a bank holiday. The South Shields folk club is closed for the next 2 Sundays, so it’s jazz time for me again. It’s all music! I ain’t never heard a horse sing it. (probably a misquotation)
Ann Alex.
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