Cara Dillon, Ian Anderson, John Spiers and the tragic lockdown tale that cries out for an uplifting new chapter
Please share a photo from a live concert or gig before lockdown. Our entire industry is facing a catastrophic loss of skills with up to 50% facing unemployment #LetTheMusicPlay 🙏🏻 pic.twitter.com/mFvEjy3hc4— Cara Dillon (@CaraDillonSings) July 2, 2020
I wonder what it feels like to live in a country where the government has your back?— John Spiers (@squeezyjohn) June 24, 2020
At my main site, Salut!, I have been publishing the coronavirus-related thoughts and experiences of friends scattered far and wide.
The series has produced some outstanding pieces of writing and I urge those of my readers who come only here to browse them by clicking on this link.
Renata Baraldi is an Italian Facebook friend; we have never met but have a mutual acquaintance and a shared love of folk music. She has a particular fondness for the Dubliners. I make no apology for repeating at Salut! Live the poignant words she contributed to the series from her home in Lombardy, the disease's European epicentre ...
The ink was barely dry, metaphorically, on the piece I wrote acclaiming the 40th anniversary edition of Ian Anderson's treasured magazine fRoots.
Stretching to 148 compelling pages, the bumper edition itself was barely half-read. And along comes this little bombshell, from Ian himself.
The jewel that has been, for four decades fRoots (if we include the last few editions of Southern Rag before the title changed, initially to Folk Roots, and the new publication was launched), has faded. "I’m so sorry to bring the news that fRoots Magazine is suspending publication," Ian's sad message begins. We knew he was in discussions over a takeover and hoped to stand down as editor; we didn't know those talks were doomed to failure.
Choosing music to make physical exercise more bearable can be a challenge. It has to be good to have any chance of working, but the last thing you want is for the accompanying exertion to put you off it for life.
In days when I’d spend half an hour in the office gym before starting work, I found the only album that would see me through an activity I loathed was the eponymous John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers
Following a minor op, I had to choose again, to go with daily sequences designed to acquaint my body with what had happened to it and strengthen the muscles.
Jacqui McShee - I found a. better photograph offered by Vintage Photos at Amazon but was unsure of copyright - would understand. We are both of an age when such medical issues crop up.
Songs you cannot get out of your head: from Linda Thompson and Sandy Denny to Dolores O'Riordan, Nic Jones and Kate Rusby
Author: Colin Randall
We all have them, songs or tunes we just cannot get out of our heads. A friend who is fairly contemptuous of Ed Sheeran - I am not, incidentally, and like him if selectively - was furious about not being able to shake off one of his hits (I have forgotten which).
Naturally, our personal choices for such lists are liable to change, on a whim or after coming across new or newly remembered sounds. I am restricting my own, current selection to music that is on my mind because I like it ...