The Dragon Folk Club is still, hopefully temporarily, without a lair, so the dragon and a small entourage had an outing this Friday to the Pucklechurch Open Mic, run by Chris Lambert who some of us know. It was a little out of the comfort zone for some of us, who rarely perform on a stage and have never before sung to a microphone, but it was nevertheless a pleasant and fun evening at the Pucklechurch Village Sports and Social Club.
Our regulars Bob and Sue were there, but apparently they are also regulars at the open mic. First timers there were Colin (who decided not to sing but regretted it later), Simon, Paul and Denny. Among the Pucklechurch regulars, apart from Chris, we knew Steve G and Alan K.
Paul, Denny and Simon introduced some of the locals to the concept of unaccompanied singing, to not a little appreciation, and Simon ventured to get his guitar out for one song. We each got three songs, and apparently if it hadn't been for a new sound man, still finding his feet, we would usually have got four.
I didn't formally note down the songs people sang, but here's a partial attempt:
- Paul: Galway shawl; Wee pot stove; Love farewell
- Denny: She moves through the fair; I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls (the gypsy girl's dream); I can hew boys
- Sue and Bob's songs included: Something; Blackpool Belle; Rhubarb pie
- Simon: King of Rome; Tom Paine's bones; When all men sing
