Serendipity?
Jul. 2nd, 2007 09:40 amSo I've been thinking a lot lately about the music I grew up with. The folk music, specifically. My favourite singer as a kid was Bill Staines, a local folk singer who's got some really great songs, and whose concerts and appearances at fall festival type things dotted my childhood. Yeah, he was probably the first person who got me into folk music.
He's playing tomorrow night at Club Passim. Unfortunately, it would probably only be for a few songs since it's a "whole buncha people doing a tribute to the former owners of the club" kind of gig.
I am definitely going to try to see him again, though. He's around my parents' age, and who knows how long he's going to want to keep traveling around and performing? And I do mean traveling. He's local to this area, got his start in the Boston/Cambridge folk scene, but looking at his tour schedule, it seems like most of his performances are nowhere nearby. It was cool to see that he still plays the Stone Soup Coffeehouse in Pawtucket, since that's where I saw him as a kid.
Once when I was in Ireland at the Swan, my favourite pub, a guy got up to sing a song and asked the musicians there to quiet everyone down. This was common practice. When he started singing, it was in French, and it sent prickles down my spine because the sound was an instant connection to my past. I couldn't place the song at first. I could only think, "Did my father used to sing this to me?" It was a while before I remembered that it was a part of one of Bill Staines's songs. Hearing it there in Galway caused such a strange displacement.
I need to hear more live folk music. Definitely.
He's playing tomorrow night at Club Passim. Unfortunately, it would probably only be for a few songs since it's a "whole buncha people doing a tribute to the former owners of the club" kind of gig.
I am definitely going to try to see him again, though. He's around my parents' age, and who knows how long he's going to want to keep traveling around and performing? And I do mean traveling. He's local to this area, got his start in the Boston/Cambridge folk scene, but looking at his tour schedule, it seems like most of his performances are nowhere nearby. It was cool to see that he still plays the Stone Soup Coffeehouse in Pawtucket, since that's where I saw him as a kid.
Once when I was in Ireland at the Swan, my favourite pub, a guy got up to sing a song and asked the musicians there to quiet everyone down. This was common practice. When he started singing, it was in French, and it sent prickles down my spine because the sound was an instant connection to my past. I couldn't place the song at first. I could only think, "Did my father used to sing this to me?" It was a while before I remembered that it was a part of one of Bill Staines's songs. Hearing it there in Galway caused such a strange displacement.
I need to hear more live folk music. Definitely.