A Session Diary

The day started early with the Festival Band being given the prime slot of 09:30. Alan set up the sound in a way that suited folk / amplified acoustic music very well (he always does) and off we went again and then all too quickly it was over.

So off to the corner cafe for a pot of tea and a bacon bap. It is so posh that they have one girl whose sole job is to stand by the door and ask if you are eating inside or outside. They need another now to fill up the sugar.

Sitting there with George, Shelagh, Judy and Will, listening to the band for whom we vacated the stage – Follia. A lowlands band who are stunningly good.

We watched the Faversham Formation Dancing Team dance along to bourres and we were joined by Chris Taylor & the lovely Jacqui and Martin Long.

And in no time at all, it was time for the lunchtime session. No one there already so we settled in and waited for them to arrive. I must say that it was more subdued than Saturday and more fragmented in a way as though there was less in common.

Nevertheless we went round the changing group and played some tunes and sang some songs. I can’t remember everybody who was there (I should take a register) but apart from Shelagh, Judy, George and myself, there was Chris Care who is always welcome in any session I run. Mike, Ruth and Barbara made a brief appearance, Martin the fiddle and Stephanie the accordian are regulars and unfortunately arrived quite late. It was nice to see Gerry the banjo again and there were two ladies who were there last year. One has a Serpent (instrument) the other has a Spaniel (dog). Someone did ask if she played it (the dog). They, and Gerry and another lady who plays recorder are members of Kits Coty Morris I believe.

Vague memories of a fiddle and singer duo. A chap who sang the Old Dun Cow. And that was pretty much it really.

There will be a session an entertainment tonight in the Bear.
There is an Irish Session on Sunday in the Unicorn at Bekesbourne.

So, notwithstanding the spectacular omission of the publication of the time of the regular lunchtime session (have I mentioned this before?), we somehow manged to agree that lunchtime was 12 – 2. On both days it was clear that a session had not been running ‘All Day’. If anybody had turned up for a session they obviously found the back bar devoid of musicians and went away muttering ‘what all day session?’. Quel surprise.

As it was an open session, it was only fair to let anything happen as long as it didn’t frighten the horses or make the ladies swoon. That meant mainly tunes and a nice mixture of English and Irish and a few songs thrown in as well.

Both days were relatively well supported and had appreciative audiences. There were certainly enough musicians to make a jolly noise and as usual, it was a go-round-the-group session, giving everybody a chance if they wanted it. Only one person ignored this protocol during the entire proceedings of both days. Everyone else was polite and realised the democracy fought for so bitterly in the famous *Session Wars of the 1960s was a valuable commodity.

So, on Saturday, Pete and Eric were already installed (one half or possibly two thirds of the Iffy Band) when the core posse arrived (Shelagh, Judy and myself). It transpired that the celebrated Iffy band had ceased some three years ago when Eric suffered a heart attack and had a triple bypass. So it was good to see him back playing again. Pete’s banjo and bouzouki had even more stickers on. Quite a few local regulars joined us – Gunther and Gerta, Ian the piper, Colin the concertina, Chris the fiddle, Ray the whistle, Dave (Twizz), and I’m sure many more who I can’t bring to mind. A few guests from Morris sides. The 2 pm concert lured several away so it wound down formally about then and probably carried on with a few stalwarts after I left. I went for lunch.

I didn’t spot any worriers of any kind really. No cutlery, djembes, bodhrans, string basses or any other potential criminal acts.

* The Session Wars were fought between the Amalgamated Folk Club Union (Singers Chapter) and the Allied Brigade of Sessioneers fighting for the bitterly contested and highly prized floor-spot. It led to many barricades being erected in the upstairs rooms of pubs and in some cases, trenches being dug to the surprise of those in the snug below. The armistice was signed in 1970 at a historic ceremony of reconciliation after each side agreed to let the other live. This ended the ethnic cleansing of balladeers by highly trained squads of banjo players and the sabotage by provisional singers of many reed instruments using expanding builder’s foam or in one spectacular instance, old gelignite. The armistice agreement basically says:

1. Keep to separate venues as far as possible
2. Musicians play music
3. Singers sing
4. Musicians can also sing
5. Tables in upstairs pub rooms shall be screwed to the floor
6. Anyone singing anything with more than 9 verses or playing a tune more than 6 times through is fair game.

Of course, the cold war still rumbles on ……..

Greetings Sessioneers!

A new home for the Session Diary, and its own URL – sessiondiary.com.

I hope we will be happy in our new home, and thanks to blogger for starting us off.

This week, I have been exercised by certain activities concerning an upcoming festival. Now, it’s well known that some of the committee don’t like Folk Music so it’s been a bit of a battle for a few years to keep the Folk community happy and active amongst the rest of the events.

So, the committee asked for an evening Irish Session and two mixed lunchtime sessions. And we agreed. Hoorah!

What exercised me is that the programme fails to mention any one of the three sessions or their leaders. They can do it at Broadstairs. They can do it at Deal. They can even do it at Tenterden. Despite the organisers have a famous brewery in their locale, the likelihood of their being able to organise a drinking festivity in the establishment must rank near the lower end of the scale. The best they could offer was a three day ‘Come all Ye Session’. God alone knows what that will attract. I don’t want to be a session snob, but at any festival you get the instrument worriers (usually melodeons), the cutlery percussionists and the 3 tune repertoire. There are many fine players who would gather for a tune if it were properly advertised. Add to that Blues, Singers, Jazz, Country etc etc…

I am in wholehearted favour of these things but anyone with an ounce of sense would lay them on at different venues and advertise them properly!

I know that each and every one of the members of the committee is well meaning, so I assume that it is a case of committees blighting the planning process. That, or there are some very strange non-folk members who have way too much control.

And that’s a shame, because a lot of goodwill will be lost. Most, if not all the sessioneers give up their time, usually for free or at most for meagre expenses and travel from as far as the Medway towns and Folkestone. And we are not talking of ‘enthusiastic amateurs’. We are talking about people who have shown a certain dedication to Folk, their instrument and the music over a long period of time. Most have been in bands and recorded somewhere along the line and all of them are worth listening to.

Now to get this for free and not even put it in the programme is taking the recycled beer. Even worse is to lump Irish Session and Mixed English Session in as just a ‘Come all Ye’ pub session. Barbarians.

I offset this with a fantastic gig last Saturday for a Scottish Wedding which was highly enjoyable for all. The Irish Session was cancelled this week because there will be one (should be one) tonight and Thursday was a practice for Saturday and Sunday.

Never mind, in two weeks time, it’s Deal.

A Bank Holiday weekend, Hoorah!

I’m glad to say that the madness of Broadstairs is behind us. As one of the sessioneers put it, Broadstairs showed every indication that it remembered that it was on Thanet, and then reverted to type

I’m also glad to say that the Irish Session on Wednesday was swelled by guests and although the music veered a little East and North of Ireland sometimes, it was a jolly good evening. Joining the regular crew or ‘team’ as we now say at work (please somebody shoot the management gurus) were members of Rude Albert from Ashford Chris-the-KGB-staff-car {K=Kernow and his wife (I’m sorry I don’t know her name) and Mick-the-plumber. Altogether there were 12 of us and it really made a noticeable difference having a large number of musicians round the session table. Some cracking reels were played, which we kind of take for granted as normal session fare but you realise when you have guests how playing together every week for 12 years gives the session a very tight and polished feel.

The audience, which is normally composed of locals, was a large contingent of vintage bikers (yes, both bikes and riders were vintage) who seemed to like what we did. We liked their bikes too and drooled a little over the AJS, the BSA and the Royal Oilfield. There were some foreign ones there too. They don’t count.

By contrast, Thursday was back to normal. Although there were several guest sessioneers or semi-regulars, the evening was not one of those where others were invited to play which is a shame

Sunday is an Irish Session at Ospringe and you have Bank Holiday Monday to recover!

The warp in Folkspace continues. It is unlikely that the Irish session will reconvene before September.

On a brighter note, I went to a very comfortable and friendly session at the Ship at Conyer last night where there was not a single ego spoilt proceedings. How refreshing. Now if only we can translate that to Thursdays ……… I can’t think of when I last spent time in an English /Mixed session with a nicer group of people. Of course all the other sessions contain nice people.

The bad news is that the landlord leaves in September and the future of the session is uncertain.

Tomorrow, well I have been debating about it with myself. The Thursday session was one of the first I went to when I arrived in Kent. It’s been through a few changes but it has weathered them all. The problem is that it isn’t often a session in the accepted sense of the word. It’s a band practice (3 of them are in the band) which the rest can join in or not. If guests arrive, they may get invited to play or sing – usually as an entertainment spot, but few of the regulars do.

As I’ve said before, it can be an enjoyable folk evening and that suits many people who want a second folk club with a difference (music, dance, poetry, songs) but sometimes, I hanker for the good old fashioned go-round-the-circle session like we had last night