My birthday has been a fairly quiet one - no drum rolls, no cresendos of excitement, no all night parties (even the cream cake and two kisses I got were on the other side of the Internet screen) .......and I only permitted one present from myself. Even this was something of an accident. It was a CD I ordered last week at Fopp Independent records and I was informed of its arrival yesterday and it so happened that I was passing by there today. So even its inclusion on this special day was not a planned occurance.
The band themselves, The Imagined Village, caught my interest by seeming chance. I seem to recall feeling a little bored a couple of months ago and whilst changing channels a band performing on BBC4 caught my attention. The purpose was apparently to get to the heart of the English folk tradition free from all sanitised versions. There was Martin and Eliza Carthy, folk doyons, the kind of people I respect rather than actually listen to purposefully, Billy Bragg, whose vocal delivery slightly irritates me, Paul Weller with whom his work with the Style Council is my favourite period, Benjamin Zephaniah, who is best known to me for his, witty, articulate, contemporary version of Rudyard Kipling's 'If'. But there is something about this combination that really appeals. So you've listened to and digested it I hear you assuming. Well actually...I did mentorship training today, saw some friends earlier this evening, thanked people for their birthday well wishing and am currently writing my blog.
Get a life I hear you say!
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