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THE NEWslETTER OF TIGERFOLK

 

 

MARCH 2019

 

If you travel to Tigerfolk from either Nottingham or Derby and your journey takes you via Long Eaton Green roundabout then the chances are that you will have noticed the small, independent music shop on your left as you enter Long Eaton from the roundabout. The first thing that will catch your eye is the array of guitars in the front windows which is something that takes me back to my, much, younger days somewhere around 1958 when the music bug first bit me and I would spend hours in front of the music stores in South Shields admiring the guitars on display and wondering how long it would take to save up the £20 or so from my 1/- week pocket money in order to purchase one.

Of course the shop supplies much more than guitars as I have seen pianos, wind instruments, percussion, ukuleles and keyboards on display during my visits there as well as a plethora or musical tuition aids i.e. DVDs, books and charts covering all manner of music including folk with general collections of songs and tunes as well as those dedicated to the works of Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen and, to my surprise, Bert Jansch.

Furthermore not only do they sell instruments etc. they also offer a repair service as well as tuition on keyboards, percussion and stringed instruments; tuition which is highly recommended whenever you notice on social media where someone is asking are there any local teachers on particular instruments. Their skill and patience is widely acknowledged; the latter especially in the case of one regular visitor who thinks that he knows more about music that anyone else on the planet!      

Therefore all the more sickening to read on the Friday morning before our birthday night that somewhere in the early hours that there had been a breaking and entering at the store which had resulted in the theft of some guitars and ukuleles. From the picture above it would suggest that it was an opportunist break in and talking to the staff later it would appear that they ignored the impressive acoustic guitars in the shop taking only the electric guitars, possibly because they might be easier to move on?  What does raise a question however is would the lowlife who committed the felony be aware of the rapidly rising profile of the ukulele in all manner of musical genres?

How many times over the last few years has one been on display at the club? We were treated to a tune or two on one from Stanley Accrington at out Birthday bash and over the years we must have seen quite a few being used as accompaniment. It must be the instrument most rapidly rising in popularity at the moment and there has to be a market for them out there. Now this magazine is aimed at people with a genuine love for the music and not the sort of person who would be involved in purchasing knocked off gear but the scumbags who would commit such crimes don’t know that. Therefore should someone make a personal approach or the word of such activity filters down please let me know on dsutherland3@hotmail.com

I know that this is a long shot but every little helps; and should you find yourself in Long Eaton through the day why not look in Fugue Music to see if anything appeals to you.

 

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Sunday 3rd March 2019

Judy Cook

 

And Dennis Cook as well, surely? I rather think these two should have equal billing, in the light of the wonderful evenings they have given us in the past. No matter how many times we book Judy we always get something new - she is meticulous in her record keeping, knows every song she's ever sung for us on past visits and makes sure of that! Check out their internet radio show on Wednesdays as well (see the website) - a bit more traditional than Radio 2's offering and amazingly varied (it must be; they've even played a couple of my songs; not that I'm biased, you understand ...)

Corinne Male

 

 

 

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Sunday, February 3rd, 2019:

 

                                     To be sung to any tune that fits

 

If you’ll attention pay a while, a story I will tell

Don’t worry, put your cash away, I haven’t come to sell

I’ll just sing of the fun we had in a place you all know well

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party

 

Now Tigerfolk is twenty-eight, or so it would appear

And February is party night, our custom every year

A night of song and mirth and cake and general good cheer       

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party

 

Our Tigerfolk Club members a cheerful gathering make

Some came that night to see our guest, some came for friendship’s sake

There even may have been a few who just came for the cake

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party.

 

They came from near, they came from far, they came through thick and thin

And some tripped lightly up the stairs whilst some did Stumble Inn

But all were gathered in good time to see the fun begin

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party.

 

Some came to sing, some came to play, and some did both together

Paul Mansfield welcomed one and all in from the wintry weather

With a song he’d written specially to honour our endeavour

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party.

 

He first called on the residents, which is the usual thing,

Then brought Andy, Jack, Pat and John Ledbury up to sing

A fine and varied set of songs to get us in the swing

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party.

 

Our guest was Stanley Accrington, a bard of wit and fame

Known for his comic songs and hats, from Manchester he came

A lover of the football, as reflected in his name

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party

 

An evening spent with Stan will always be an education

For forty years, it now appears, he’s sung throughout this nation

This erstwhile railway man who’s risen far above his Station

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party

 

He told us of his family connection to Long Eaton

He sang of Rosslyn, after Burns, and pie that can’t be eaten

And a highwaywoman on a bus equaled, if not beaten

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party

 

The first set flew by in a blink, and then there came the Break

Some went for beer or lemonade, but everyone got cake

With thanks to Karen Harris – by heavens, that girl can bake!

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party  

 

When we had ate, and drunk and talked and ate and talked some more

Paul gave five minutes warning and then he closed the door

(It opened several times again, but few people cared or saw)

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party  

 

Phil Hinds called for a flowing bowl, John L went Haggis hunting

The raffle led us to Embrace, which might sound like an odd thing

But Ed the Pencil’s happy as long as he can still sing

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party

 

Then it was back to Mr A to finish off the night

With songs of Di and Kate Adey and mutton glowing bright

Pondering the good ship B&Q and whether Teresa Might

 At the Tigerfolk birthday party

 

He took us through the forty years that on the stage he’s spent; he

Ranged through politics, football operas and famous names a-plenty

And then he set us all a quiz, and marked us out of twenty

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party

 

And what is more, asked us our score to see who had come first

Then the winners cheered with Tiger Beer to satisfy their thirst

But lest they were sore, he gave a Roar to the one whose score was worst

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party

 

We begged him for an encore, but the Last Train had departed

To hear our loud applause, you could be sure it was whole-hearted

An evening spent in pleasure from the moment it had started

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party

 

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 If sometimes in the lines above you don’t know what I mean there

You would, if you’d been in that room and seen what I had seen there

You’ve only got yourself to blame – you know you should have been there

                             At the Tigerfolk birthday party!

 

Corinne Male.

 

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Laurence Platt

On 21st January 2019 we were made aware that our former resident and committee member Laurence Platt had died following a short illness; in fact I only knew that he was in hospital the previous day.

I was aware of Laurence long before I moved to Nottingham through Notts Alliance and NTMC but I didn’t actually get to meet him until the first night of Traditions at the Tiger in January 1991 when he sang and played from the floor. Although at that time Roy Harris wanted to run the club single handedly it was sort of acknowledged that Laurence was his second in command; this was underlined when Roy moved to Cardiff and left Laurence, along with Andy Leith and John Bloor (all three now sadly no longer with us), to head up a committee which was too big by half and some members we never saw again.

It was during this time that I was to work closely with Laurence, mainly in the booking of guests, and I appreciated his enthusiasm for the music and the folk club scene often from an old school point of view. After about a year Laurence decided to drop out of the club organization to allow him more time for his Trade Union activities although he was a regular visitor and his singing and concertina playing was always welcome.

In more recent years Laurence and I were to enjoy some lively correspondence on Facebook discussing folk music and politics, agreeing on the latter especially with regard to the rise of Jeremy Corbyn although we were not always harmonious in our musical discussions; this didn’t however affect our personal relationship.

It was Laurence’s wish that he did not want a funeral but there is talk of a tribute somewhere in the future and as soon as we have news it will be imparted here.

RIP Laurence and thank you for the music, songs and your unwavering commitment to your political leanings.

Dave Sutherland 

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Bendle’s Bit

 

Last year I wrote that there could be a situation at “The Ancient Game of Haxey Hood” that had never occurred before; no pubs open in Haxey on Hood Day in 2019.  Sad to relate, as some of you became aware, this did come about.

Rumours were and still are rife of how this came to pass but let’s just keep to facts.  Coming into Haxey from Westwoodside past the church, the first hostelry is on your left-hand side, The Duke William and the very next building is The Loco.  The owner of The Duke and current leaseholder of The Loco is one and the same but he has plans to sell The Duke with the intention of demolition and a housing development.  This has been thrown out by the local planning authority due to, amongst other things, strong opposition from locals which includes people associated with Haxey Hood.  In consequence the licensee says he cannot support The Hood.  A notice was in the window of the pub on Hood Day which stated “DUE TO A MAJOR GAS LEAK WE HAVE HAD TO CLOSE THE PREMISES UNTILL AFTER THE HOLIDAYS SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE”.  Next door, The Loco had been shut for some weeks.  Travel down through the village and as you reach the Buttercross where High St. meets the A161 Epworth Rd., which skirts the northern end of the Haxey and on the left-hand side is a small licensed guest house and opposite is The Kings Arms. The guest house has recently had objection(s) to its licence and could not even sell alcohol to its guests, whereas, The Kings which was due to re-open hasn’t done so due to problem over its license.

Enough said.

Meanwhile back in Westwood side, The Carpenters Arms was absolutely heaving by the time the Boggins led by the Lord and the Fool arrived.  A bit of a sad occasion was this as Dale Smith, who has been involved with the Hood for some three decades or so and has been the Fool for 25years of them, was being daubed for the last time. The daubing of his face with black and red being completed the singing began.  A bit slow to start with for there were hangovers and rusty throats to clear but the restorative powers of alcohol and lusty singing are amazing.  As there were no pubs in Haxey the intention was to sing down by the Buttercross and then come back up towards the church and sing outside a cafe and a shop.  All went as planned but it seemed surreal and hopefully it won’t have to be repeated.  Leaving the singing spots behind and walking up the road you come slightly uphill and round a left hand bend and it is there that the vista of the High Street opens up with the church dominating the centre view and buildings to the left and to the right, including The Duke and The Loco.  If singing in the open air seemed surreal then seeing the main road almost totally deserted was even more so.  But cometh the hour and the street up to the church was a solid mass of people, for they were here to see “The Smoking of the Fool” on the mounting stone that stands in front of the north wall of the church.  Now to smoke a fool you first have to catch him, so for the last time Dale hared away up the road and right into Cross Hill.  The Boggins gave chase and soon brought him back with his arms flailing about whilst being carried on his back shoulder high.  Safely delivered to the mounting stone for the last and very emotional time Dale addressed the crowd whilst beneath him straw was being lit for his final smoking.  There was a twist in his speech for this year he asked everyone “To respect all buildings, premises and businesses “.  This was greeted with many a loud guffaw with knowing looks and smiles exchanged between those who were aware of the situation.  Dale then led everyone in “Hoose Agin Hoose, Toon agin Toon and if a Man Meets a Man, Knock ‘Im Doon but Doon’t ‘Urt ‘Im” and it was off to the field.

The field has never been so crowded but with no pubs to linger in everyone came directly to the field after The Burning. A dozen sack hoods were thrown for the kids for them to claim their reward of £2 per hood and as the time came round past 3.30 the tension grew.  The Lords’ Wand was raised high in the air, a signal that we were about to begin the serious stuff of the day.  The Sway Hood was thrown up and we were away.  Westwoodside taunted Haxey with the cry of “Sh-t town no pubs, sh-t town no pubs” but to no avail.  This was a fast, fiercely fought affair in which Haxey were determined to be victorious by “Swaying” the Hood down through the village to the Buttercross.  And after some 45 minutes or so they were certainly on top as the Sway slowly but surely made its tortuous way towards the bottom right-hand side of the field.  It was surely only a matter of time before they were on the road and passing the church and on down through Haxey on the way to victory.  Instead of Westwoodside taunting Haxey, the roles had been reversed with a chant of “It’s Coming Home, It’s Coming Home” ringing in the dark night air. Wanting to get a good view of this impending sight we took ourselves into the churchyard which is raised up above the road and from this vantage point gives an uninterrupted view almost the whole length of the High St.  We waited and waited and waited.  After 20 minutes or so I walked back through the churchyard to see what was up.  The Sway had, for the first time in many years, instead of coming off the field and down the road had been forced across the road and into the field opposite by Westwoodside and there, in the dark, nothing seemed to be happening.  But there should be a sign here reading “Beware Haxey for down this way lies danger”.  Suddenly an emergency vehicle with blue lights flashing came into view and headed down Church Lane which runs in front of where I was standing at the southern end of the churchyard. It appeared to be that an injury of some severity was the reason and it looked as if the Sway had been halted.  I walked back through the churchyard to let others know what had happened expecting normal service to be resumed fairly soon.  Another 20 minutes or more went by and still nothing.  So back to the other end to see what was happening.  There was still a crowd in the field some 200 yards away but it was difficult to see what was happening.  There then started a steady stream of people walking back up Church Lane towards the main road and they weren’t happy.  Now this is why that sign should be there, for Church Lane leads down to Sandbed Farm and so does the field.  From there a farm track leads back round the base of the hill, southwards all the way to Westwoodside and that is the only way out other than coming back up the lane to the main road.  Westwoodside had, somehow, seized control of the Sway within yards of Haxey in that field and made it their own and walked the prize all the way back along the track to The Carpenters arms in their own village.

So all in all it was a bit of a rum do with allegations of nefarious goings on in the dark in the field that was the downfall of a Haxey victory but, at least people could celebrate in a village, in a pub with plenty to drink, talk and argue about for weeks to come! 

I wonder what next year will bring……………….   

John Bentham

 

 

See you at the Stumble Inn 

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