‘Folkwatcher’s Odyssey’

First Folk High

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

Older members of my family always seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of enjoyable old songs. Folk songs, on the other hand, were quite a different kettle of fish. Brutal tone-deaf school music teachers used them every Friday afternoon in term time to torture small children. I also discovered, at a musical evening one of [...]

Oh Mrs McGrath

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Sunday, August 1st, 2010

The sounds of ships, freshening winds and pounding seas heralded the start of my first line-voyage. My vessel, a wartime cargo cow refitted to carry passengers in peacetime bobbed around in a big sea like a demented cork. Out from Southampton Water, round the corner and into the entrance of the Bay of Biscay was [...]

Sam Larner We Remember You

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Thursday, July 1st, 2010

I first heard this cautionary tale late in the nineteen fifties. The second British Folk Revival was taking wings and old folkies with old folk songs were much in demand. This song and its singer featured in a program of traditional music on the home service of the British Broadcasting Corporation. The focus of the [...]

Slam the Glass Down

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Tuesday, June 1st, 2010

Clearing an old cabinet I found a notebook containing several unfinished songs from the early seventies, when I spent much of my time as the MC in a musical café frequented by US servicemen, on rest and recuperation leave from the Vietnam War. Names, notes, fragments of verse brought back memories with disturbing clarity, incidents [...]

The Folk Collectors

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Saturday, May 1st, 2010

The hardest working characters in the “tradition” are “The Folk Collectors”. We owe this dedicated band of resilient individuals a mighty vote of thanks. Where would we be without their pursuit of wisdom, truth and beauty? They are heroes and heroines in folk and in fact, with no rights – only responsibilities. Most folk heroes [...]

Trials of a Quotaholic – Part Two

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Thursday, April 1st, 2010

Beer has not always been the domain of the men of the tribe. A 4000 years old clay tablet found in Mesopotamia indicated that brewing was an ongoing and highly respected profession. The master brewers were women. In Babylon, famous for its hanging (beer?) gardens, the goddesses Siris and Nimkasi were the patronesses of beer. [...]

Trials of a Quotaholic – Part One

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Monday, March 1st, 2010

by Dermott Ryder Folklore pops up in unlikely places. Have you read the bottom of your desk calendar lately? Has it occurred to you that this small metal tray, with its tear away sheets of hastily written, unreadable, always forgotten notes to yourself, has become a minor folkloric catalyst? It has also become something of [...]

Shanties by The Way

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Monday, February 1st, 2010

by Dermott Ryder Travelling south after my rewarding and highly educational sojourn at the iron ore mine Mount Newman, on route to Perth in 1969, I discovered that some small outback towns simply don’t like strangers. Some outback town publicans are feral rednecks. Some outback town policemen – belly bulging and belligerent – are fascists. [...]

Pax Vobiscum

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

by Dermott Ryder The Romans, in or about 217 AD, created the one-day festival “Saturnalia” in honour of the God of Agriculture. His name comes from the Latin “serere” which means to sow. The festival, originally held to celebrate the sowing of the crops, was a one-day affair. Caligula, a party boy in spades, made [...]

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing?

Click the title above to read the complete post. Posted on Sunday, November 1st, 2009

by Dermott Ryder This is a parable from a time when British motorways were merely a budget deficit yet to come and we, of course, were so much younger, slimmer, and taller and some of us had a full head of hair. We, two long-distance truck drivers, arrived at our destination, Wellingborough, Northamptonshire, too late [...]