A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
I was at dinner last night withone of my oldest friends. We go back almost 50 years. She had found recordings made by a duo/trio of local folk-singers back in the early to mid '60s, to which we listened raptly, recollecting the 'good times' when we'd been present as the guys performed, often merely at the dozens of parties that characterized our crowd in those days.it was a freekin time-machine...
What was the group's name, if you don't mind my asking?
Wow. Lovely. (A word I seldom use.)As a guy whose vocal range is about a minor 6th, and awkwardly pitched somewhere short of the treble clef, I'm impressed with the high notes.Here are the lyrics.http://www.ireland-information.com/irishmusic/downbythesallygardens.shtmlJzB the Irish (only in me mither's side) trombonist
What was the group's name, if you don't mind my asking?i dunno of they had a "name" as a group. The guitar-player was (still is) named Lewie Wickham. He and his brother, Hank, went on to have a modest recording career. The vocalist is/was Dick Wilson. Another sometime member of the group was/is Jim Sturdevant...They were coffee-house 'beats', half-a-generation older than I, who sang 'folk-songs' and 'hootenanny' material...
They were coffee-house 'beats', half-a-generation older than I, who sang 'folk-songs' and 'hootenanny' material...There's getting to be a very wide interest in folk music these days as well, among people who are about half my age. For some reason, I think it's a good sign, politically.
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