To John Kirkpatrick’s Farmers’ Songs workshop and performance at Aberllynfi (Three Cocks in English, but never mind) among those rolling hills west of Hay on Wye. And to hear him sing that touching hymn to impermanence:
What's the life of a man any more than a leaf?
A man has his seasons so why should we grieve?
Although in his world we appear fine and gay,
Like a leaf we must wither and soon fade away.
A man has his seasons so why should we grieve?
Although in his world we appear fine and gay,
Like a leaf we must wither and soon fade away.
Picked up Brass Monkey’s Head of Steam (no website on the CD cover so you’ll have to search for it yourselves) for its brassiness. Good, but not quite my thing.
The workshoppers rehearsed On Yonder Old Oak and gave such a dreadful rendering during John’s performance that he, quite rightly, foreshortened it. But at least I did get to talk to fellow bassist Roy Hollowell (longest beard in the world) of Still Seeking, who, with his mates busks for charity in Leicester.
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