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AgentPete

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We have self-help from Carla, fantasy from Alix, a thriller from Sue, Science Fiction/Romantic Comedy from Charles, dystopia from Kirsten, Literary Fiction/Bildungsroman/LGBT from Nemat, and Indie/YA from Terezia. A goodly mixed bunch, something for everyone! And although Pop-Ups are solely for submissions, on this Sunday’s show I’ll be discussing an issue presented by new Litopian Ceri – it’s a very common situation, and I think it’s relevant to the whole process of submissions. Do join me at 6pm UK!
 
Bother, and etc, once again have to miss, so will catch up later via the recording. I never had commitments on Sundays until now; Murphy's law. Another pub engagement that might involve free Guinness, but certainly involves keen young musicians from 6 to 12. I do admire the Irish for engaging their youngsters in their indigenous music and dance. It never happens in England anymore; quite the opposite, in fact. English folk music is not promoted in schools in case it upsets the various ethnic minorities. That's fairly sad, actually.
 
Bother, and etc, once again have to miss, so will catch up later via the recording. I never had commitments on Sundays until now; Murphy's law. Another pub engagement that might involve free Guinness, but certainly involves keen young musicians from 6 to 12. I do admire the Irish for engaging their youngsters in their indigenous music and dance. It never happens in England anymore; quite the opposite, in fact. English folk music is not promoted in schools in case it upsets the various ethnic minorities. That's fairly sad, actually.

Very sad. And English folk is still alive and evolving. We used to sing all sorts at school. English folk but not only English folk. Primary school, every Wednesday, listening in with a radio programme, singing along with gospel, or The Lambton Worm, or Sea shanties. A song about leaving Jamaica. I really looked forward to it. Still sing them about the place.

Down in the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
Ackee, rice, or fish on ice
And the rum is fine any time of year...

Oh they built the ship Titanic
To sail the ocean blue
And they swore they'd built a ship
That the water would never get through...

Put him in bed with the captains daughter
Earl-y in the morning!
Hooray and up she rises...

(Yikes)
 
Bother, and etc, once again have to miss, so will catch up later via the recording. I never had commitments on Sundays until now; Murphy's law. Another pub engagement that might involve free Guinness, but certainly involves keen young musicians from 6 to 12. I do admire the Irish for engaging their youngsters in their indigenous music and dance. It never happens in England anymore; quite the opposite, in fact. English folk music is not promoted in schools in case it upsets the various ethnic minorities. That's fairly sad, actually.

When I took ballet we had to learn 'National' dances. At the time I didn't understand they were the national dances of Europe. I don't remember any of them except the Tarantella. It was my favorite and not actually an English dance but one where you were supposed to celebrate stomping on spiders. Tarantella means tarantula. A lot of the national dances of Europe are woven into ballets. They're the character dances performed by townsfolk and such. In a ballet company they are performed by soloists--most often. Maybe a lot of those dances will survive through the older ballets.

There were some performed with clogs, and some with Briton style costumes, and one vaguely memorable one with a lamb where the dancer was supposed to be picking her way carefully through the Pyrenees. The Nutcracker has a lot of them. Oh, and there were Highland dances.
 
Very sad. And English folk is still alive and evolving. We used to sing all sorts at school. English folk but not only English folk. Primary school, every Wednesday, listening in with a radio programme, singing along with gospel, or The Lambton Worm, or Sea shanties. A song about leaving Jamaica. I really looked forward to it. Still sing them about the place.

Down in the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
Ackee, rice, or fish on ice
And the rum is fine any time of year...

Oh they built the ship Titanic
To sail the ocean blue
And they swore they'd built a ship
That the water would never get through...

Put him in bed with the captains daughter
Earl-y in the morning!
Hooray and up she rises...

(Yikes)
 
Oops,apologies Katie-Ellen, hit 'unlike' by accident. Didn't mean it! Don't know how to undo that.

I was party to those school sessions, and recall the same songs. and 'kookeburra sits in the old gum tree, happy little king of the bush is he...'
it was called Singing Together in my day. And 'Dark as a Dungeon and damp as the dew, where the dangers are double and the pleasures are few.' And a strange one: 'dashing away with a smoothing iron, she stole my heart away.' Even in my day I doubt most kids knew that was a cast-iron iron that had to be sat in the fire to heat before you could use it.

The pub music session was amazing. Fourteen kids, and all their doting parents, we had a blast! Each kid was asked to start a tune or a set, then everyone who knew it joined in... perfect. Then 10 of the kids stood up and did a set dance while the rest of us played. I bloody love these people.
It was supposed to be 4-6pm, but it was 8pm before everyone left.

Now I'll catch up with Pete...
 
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