Back into the mists of time I take you. Back until, close to the dawn of sensibility, when men wore furs and women wore more expensive furs, there evolved Homus Folkus. Homus Folkus, complete with furry waistcoat, beard and a home brewed version of the loony juice, sang round the camp fire and visited all the other camp fires in the area. The Folkus Roundaboutus was carved into stone to tell other Folkie Cavies what was happening where. And that’s pretty much where communication in the folk world stopped evolving.
Or maybe not…
Be welcome Gentle Reader, and read on.
Just the one sally forth this week for your favourite prog folksters. Complete with the full contingent of Wrinkly Wroadies, we for Cramlington Folk Club. The Hind was warmer than the last time we were there, but the set up was familiar. Two songs each from a packed room, with a short jam at the end. Compered in inimitable style by Keith and with a very good PA sound (was that Billy – no, come on – prompt…), the room was full of largely regular talent, and us. We gave out Captain Cried and Turning My Back, which seemed to go down ok. As an evening it was in fact very good. Nice banter, nice sound and some nice comments, so we will be returning before too long.
This will be a shorter blog this week, partly because the Wrinkly Wroadies are coming here this very Mather’s Day for a family get-together, but also because this week we have not recorded, so no report there. Instead we have been working on the final and fourth song in the War Trilogy – now therefore officially a Tetralogy. This song sees survival as the theme, and has an earworm chorus I’m glad to say. Progress has been a little slower than we would have like, mainly because the day job has meant that we have been more knackered than a knackered person at knackered time, but also that because it’s in open G tuning, find, establishing and nailing the final melody line is harder than you might think. There are hundreds of notes to choose from, as long as they are all G.
Or B or D.
Goes with the territory I suppose.
However, it should be ready before too long, then I’ll have to start thinking about the next one.
Next week, we hope to complete the third recording for the Charity CD-EP. We’ll see.
So, back when God was a lad, the good word about bands, venues and events was carried by word of Gob. Then came the Folk Roundabout, an august and venerable institution, and long may it continue. This excellent quarterly bulletin tells one what used to happen and who used to play in which clubs, no longer there. We at FG Towers love the Folk Roundabout and are aware that clever as the editorial team may be, they can’t be seers. That’s because the good folks at FR can only work on what they are told, and when a club closes, if they aren’t told, it continues to be heralded.
Then came posters, then t’Internet, next websites, then MySpace and finally (for the moment) Facebook. All of these things are good in their own way, as long as we realise that websites are infrequently visited, MySpace is officially rubbish, and having a friend on Facebook is like having an entire football stadium full of best mates who are more interested in their songs than in yours – and you don’t know who they actually are.
CD’s too are a bit of a prob as people are unwilling to punt a tenner on a CD. Downloads from CD Baby etc – great theory, little return in practice – especially if you’d like to make a few bob to buy a set of strings or put petrol into your folkmobile. This is because the world and his dog are having a go at it.
However, I have noticed that folkies like their tech as much as the next, normal, person. ‘Neath the leather waistcoat, in the bottom of the banjo case or beneath the beer stained Cropredy T-Shirt may be a mobile phone. And in some cases it may be one of those there Smart Phones.
Now, in these days of apps for this, apps for that, and an app for finding your backside with both hands, wouldn’t it be nice if there was a folk app – perhaps so that you could push some music out to the app-ed up world. It could be like a sort of digital single – lets call it a ‘diingle’ then. It could take you back to the halcyon days when, on receipt of a new album there was something to hold, lyrics to read and artwork to look at – not the same on a PC screen is it? It could be free, it could update with your gigs, info, downloads, all on a device that people of the moment seem to be using.
Well of course that’s just pie in the sky. Isn’t it?
This is for Android only. So if you have an iPhone, tough luck. This is our first punt at this idea, and the headscratching that went into the coding and the back office management of this system caused many a bald patch. This is of course entirely free to download, and I’ll get it into the Android store (for free) this week. I’m already thinking of developing the idea further, so let me know what you think – am I (as usual) completely potty and off the beam? Or is it of interest? Perhaps an Acoustic Chum or two would like one developed for them? You know how to get in touch I’m sure.
And so as the Folk Club of tradition is disturbed once again by the Nokia of progress, and the MC drops the handset into the pint of Righteous Retribution, I notice it’s the end of this blog.
Until Next time Acoustic Chums,
 So; ‘Nurrr’ to you lot!
 What a horrendous thought, what else is down there, a chord book – probably not.
 As used by politicians
 For those of you who are interested, I’ll put this bit into a footnote. Scan the QR code with your mobile device using something like QR Droid, free from the Android Market. Click the link, it downloads, install it, and voila! It works on any Android device, phone or tablet. The QR code can go on cards, posters, CD cases, letterheads, t-shirts, mailouts, magazine adverts….