I don’t remember a time when music didn’t feature in my life. I recollect singing “hang down your head Tom Dooley, poor man you’re going to die”, or something very similar as a toddler, and giving solo renditions of Cliff Richard’s “Batchelor Boy” as a very young girl – is it something I should admit or keep secret that I still know the words? Unsurprisingly, then, one of my favourite discoveries at the narrow boat festival on the docks was a pair of bright green painted doors, about four feet in height. They were painted with a cheery, abstract design reminiscent of barge/caravan painting.
Why, I hear you ask, should such a pair of doors give me pleasure? Because they were the doors to a yurt, which housed Community Music, and promised “folky-type music”, due to commence in about a quarter of an hour! Naturally, we stooped and entered:-)
The yurt was quite spacious, and an assortment of plastic and wooden folding chairs formed two circles around a slightly rusty wood-burning stove in the centre. There were chopped logs ready to feed this tin dragon in close proximity to it – someone was well prepared for the vagaries of the British weather.
Shortly afterwards, the music began. Four singers, whose names I didn’t catch, took turns to sing/play folk-type songs with, nominally, a watery theme in keeping with the water festival. It was a lovely discovery. Each performer delivered approximately a twenty minute slot, and this marked out the three hour performance.
It’s good to keep music live, and the warm, intimate atmosphere of the yurt really worked – we even joined in the odd chorus I’m pleased to say that some youngsters braved the sight of we oldies, and sat in with us, so great for the generations to share something pleasurable together.