As you know, I usually start these posts off with an historical fact or seasonal aside. It turns out that nothing at all remarkable happened today. So maybe today is remarkable for its unremarkableness. Or so I thought.

Apparently Edward 1st (longshanks) became King today in 1272 and England declared war on Holland in 1780 for the 4th time and gained the East and West Indies as a result. There was pretty much a big argy-bargy at the time with France, America, Spain and Holland. Ah, the stuff of folk songs. All together now, Arran sweaters on and fingers in ears. Edward 1st was not universally loved for it was he who made parliament a permanent institution. And he was unkind to the Scots. More folk songs.

The relaunched, revamped Irish Session has been going very well. There are encouraging signs of growth (no, not like the economy) with some new and different faces. It will take a while for all the hard work to filter through but it is being widely advertised in the local press and on the KentFolk web site and theSession.org site.

The session brings forth an array of recording devices as the start of each session is a gentle run-through of selected sets or tunes and this is ideal for practice. The ensemble plays the same tunes or sets later at normal tempo when the ‘real’ session gets going.

On the subject of recording devices at sessions in general, I have seen a wide variety and tried a few myself. There is the traditional hand held cassette recorder, the something-plugged-in-to-the-ipod, the dictaphone (microcassette and digital), the minidisc recorder and the digital recorder. I’ve also seen a laptop being used. Now with all these devices, the storage medium is not drastically important as far as recording quality goes (give or take), but the microphones are. The other considerations are:

• battery life
• recording time
• portability
• ease of navigation of the recordings
• ease of use

The traditional cassette recorder (Play/Rec FF, REW)  is therefore hard to beat except on ease of navigation of the recordings which is an inherent problem of linear tapes. Sod’s law says the recording you want is at the other end of the tape. They also suffer from not knowing whereabouts in a tape you are, especially if you’ve taken one out, put another in and messed around with the counter reset. Oops, there goes the priceless recording of when you met Willie Taylor and in its place is a bloke who wandered in with a djembe with a vague Irish tune in the background. Don’t mention the wow and flutter or the head alignment. Bear in mind that the Tascam 4 track (on cassette) did more for affordable reasobale quality recording than any other device. Their modern one is digital and that’s the way to go if you have a computer. Stereo, stunningly good noise-free recording etc. etc. Some of them will do 26 hours of recording on 1 AA battery (its true – yamaha and olympus both) while others do about 4 hours and worst of all, only have a rechargeable internal battery! Useless for sessions really.

Now there was much stirring of interest when Beau announced that our old haunt, the Anchor at Wingham, the well known spoonerism was open for business with an Irish landlady and a sound recordist husband. Having been disappointed on previous occasions by going back to old venues (particularly the George on Stone Street), we approached this one with caution. The sessioneers consisdered it in the snug and agreed to try a one-off to test the water. Everything was set. It was a Thursday which meant foregoing the English Mixed Lumpy. And what do you suppose happened next boys and girls? You’re right. It was cancelled. Some story about not sure whether their music licence covered Thursday nights. Why not just say no thanks and be honest? We might try again.

Anyway, as a result I did get to go to the English Mixed Lumpy which is the Bear and it was a normal session going round the assembled musicians who wanted to play. Event of the evening must be Barbara and friends teaching some Romainians the Gay Gordons while the rest of us played Cock of the North (ABAB ad nauseum). There was a bit of Mazurking going on and there would have been some Bourée-ing if any of us could have come up with a Bourée. There were some faces there not normally seen when it isn’t a session, but a good smattering of the regulars as well. Songs were included and I hope a good time was had by all.

Here we are, poised on the edge of Broadstairs week. It seems to come round more quickly each year. Yes, I know. It’s a symptom of getting old. Anyway, the weather seems to be set fair so the school field shouldn’t look like Glastonbury. On the other hand, it means no free but involuntary wash for some of the happy campers

I have been amusing myself in the dark and frankly scary corners of web hosting this week, trying to decide what to do with one of my domains. Folkipedia is two years old and is coming up for renewal. I have, as a result of my meandering through the infernal regions of cyberspace decided to try out some alternative presentations

The present incarnation of http://pvs.me.uk/wiki/ and if you feel inclined, let me know what you think. It is very much work in progress and does not have a full complement of pages (what the trade calls ‘proof-of-concept’).

I did try and use the biggy – MediaWiki – the one that Wikipedia uses (amazing that all these software packages are open source and free). The result is here at http://pvs.me.uk/mediawiki and I don’t think it looks as good or as professional as the one in TikiWiki so I haven’t developed it on any further.

Don’t get me started on Domain Parking, Forwarding, redirects and what Google does.

“What of the sessions? “, I hear you cry!

Well, the Irish session has been small but beautifully formed. Some may say that the balance is a little wrong but I think 2 tenor banjos, a guitar and a set of Uillean Pipes sounds good. No, I don’t care what you say, you can never have too many tenor banjos. OK. Stop throwing things *NOW* please. Often we have the addition of another banjo, a whistle or sometimes two and an Accordian (or Accordion according to preference). Sadly of late we have had no itinerant fiddlers who always seem to be imported from Eastern (Sorry – Central) Europe or Amerikay. I got told off once for saying that the Czech Republic was in Eastern Europe. Well all of Europe is East to us!

Speaking of Amerikay, we had three at the Bear Session on Thursday. Two came with Barbara (Paul and Jody) and one (Gary) came with Dave and Carol Partridge. More of the American guests a little later.

Now, as the regular leaders were away, I stepped in to keep some sort of event going in their absence and invite others to come and keep the bench warm. (By the way, has anyone else noticed the smell in that corner?). So in my way, as I like to do sessions, we go around in turn on the old familiar ‘play, nominate or pass’ basis so that everyone who has turned up with an instrument or a voice gets a turn if they want one. There was at one point I’m sure at least 16 musicians, all of whom had a turn as we went round and round. Lots of interesting tunes to join in with old favourites in new combinations and new tunes. Never a gap or a dull moment.

New Joisey – The Rolling Mills of New Jersey (Roberts and Barrand). After he had sung said song (that’s alliteration that is) which we all much appreciated, Jody declared that the last thing he expected to hear in a pub in Faversham after coming all the way from New York, was another American singing the Rolling Mills of New Jersey. Just shows that anything can happen in the back bar of the Bear, and sooner or later, it will.

All together, with the number of musicians, the calibre of the guests and the general atmosphere (I put it down to pre-Festival Syndrome or PFS) , I think everyone had a really good time. At least I hope they did. We did a happy birthday for Marie somewhere in there too.

The only fly in the ointment (or as Jake Thackray put it, the grit in life’s vaseline) was a certain self styled percussionist who used to have a penchant for one string bass. Several sessioneers felt the need to glare at him in his arrhythmic and (how can you have atonal percussion? This man can) bizarre interpretations of the traditional tunes. Sadly, I think he is impervious to the laser glare of slighted musicians. Not that he was the only one masquerading as a musician who was asked to politely play somewhere else! No names, no pack drill.

Another brilliant pair of guests was Eugene and Caroline who gave us a superb set of Irish tunes but sadly left too early. It may have been the masqueraders

In amongst all this, at least two sets got up to Mazurk. Now, I’m not going into detail here but I really do have to get the Mazurka rhythm nailed. It is so easy to turn the tune rhythm into a waltz, and the dancers will still dance to it. There are many styles of Mazurka and it’s generally best to use the tunes from the right area rather than any old mazurka which is what we tend to do. One thing is certain, the Irish mazurkas (nice tunes as they are) have no natural dances to go with them. If you look at the mazurka dances in France, they are as regional as the bourees meaning that the Auvergne is different from Provence etc. Actually, the Provencal is quite slowly played but has fantastic movements but I di
gress.

Speaking purely personally, I enjoyed one of the nicest sessions I’ve been to for a long time because of the company and the talent that they all brought to the ocassion