‘Have another drink and just listen to the music.’ — Charles de Lint in Forests of the Heart
I hadn’t read this novel until I had a contradance tour with one of my bands along the Border earlier this year and asked around the Pub to see which de Lint they liked. This novel . . . → Read More: Charles de Lint’s Forests of The Heart
She looks like the wizened old crone in that painting Jilly did for Geordie when he got into this kick of learning fiddle tunes with the word ‘hag’ in the title: ‘the Hag in the Kiln,’ ‘Old Hag You Havef Killed Me, ‘ ‘The Hag With the Money,’ and god knows how many more. Just . . . → Read More: Fiddlers (A Pub Tale)
Iain: Did I mention that things get a bit weird here at Green Man sometimes?
Jack: things are always weird here — it’s just a matter of how weird they are!
Grey: And yes, we’ve mentioned it. Many times. Jack says it most often.
Jack: Only ’cause it’s true. Sometimes.
Ahem. Ignore them as they . . . → Read More: Babbage Machines
It’s late afternoon on a perfect summer day (mid Twenties, cooling breeze) so the Neverending Session has decamped to the courtyard to sit under the Hanging Oaks and play more than a bit of John Playford’s compositions; the punters here decided to follow them as there’s a cask of St. George Nut Brown Ale on . . . → Read More: A quick music update
I’m sure you know of Emma Bull’s War for the Oaks novel and Cats Laughing, the folk rock group she was a member of, but I’ll bet that you haven’t heard of the Flash Girls, which was her other group. And more’s the pity as you really should hear all three of their albums.
. . . → Read More: Flash Girls
There were two things Janey Little loved best in the world: music and books, and not necessarily in that order. Her favorite musician was the late Billy Pigg, the Northumbrian piper from the northeast of England whose playing had inspired her to take up the small pipes herself as her principal instrument. From the opening . . . → Read More: Billy Pigg: Northumbrian piper
Jack loves to tell this tale late at night. I was there as well so I know all told here happened…
Once upon a time, I fiddled away the entire night of a summer solstice under the stars with a Québécois band named Les Chèvres Dansantes. That means in English ‘The Dancing Goats’, the French . . . → Read More: Dancing Goats
If you are interested in English folk music and dance and I assume that many of you stopping by here are, there is the perfect website: Martin Nail’s site which is appropriately named English folk and traditional music on the Internet.
This site aims to provide pointers to the best and most usable Internet resources . . . → Read More: For English Music and Dance Fans
One hears the most interesting tales late at night here in the Pub as the number of folk dwindles to but a few and the Neverending Session is but a trio of fiddlers playing quietly by the fireplace. Here is a tale of possible murder among librarians.
Well, I suppose you could say that she . . . → Read More: With a candlestick in the Library
Evening, I’m your host this late evening.
What’s your pleasure? Ale? Cider? Metheglin? Whisky? Buckdancers Choice you say? Good — So let me get you a Caife Gaelac made with freshly brewed Blue Mountain and a splash of an aged single malt as it’s bloody cold out there with the sleet and rain we’re . . . → Read More: A Pub Tale