22 March 2019

TURPIN WAS A HERO


With my hero, Turpin was a hero, He was a valious Turpin-O.



Everyone knows of Dick Turpin. If you mention ‘highwaymen’ he is the one who comes to mind. There are several traditional songs about him and it seems that just about every pub in the country claims to have been visited by him! 
His most famous exploit is, of course, the ride from London to York on Black Bess. 200 miles in one day to escape from the law.
But, in reality Turpin was not a ‘Gentleman of the Road’, not the Hollywood picture of a gallant, polite, brave robber. Definitely not a Robin Hood figure. And, if anyone rode from London to York it wasn’t him!

Dick Turpin was a thug: a house breaker, horse thief and killer. He started life as a butcher and expanded this to include rustling, poaching and deer killing. As a member of the notorious ‘Essex Gang’ he became feared around the Essex/East London area for their violent, horrible crimes:
“On Saturday night last, about seven o'clock, five rogues entered the house of the Widow Shelley at Loughton in Essex, having pistols &c. and threatened to murder the old lady, if she would not tell them where her money lay, which she obstinately refusing for some time, they threatened to lay her across the fire, if she did not instantly tell them, which she would not do. But her son being in the room, and threatened to be murdered, cried out, he would tell them, if they would not murder his mother, and did, whereupon they went upstairs, and took near £100, a silver tankard, and other plate, and all manner of household goods. They afterwards went into the cellar and drank several bottles of ale and wine, and broiled some meat, ate the relicts of a fillet of veal &c. While they were doing this, two of their gang went to Mr Turkles, a farmer's, who rents one end of the widow's house, and robbed him of above £20 and then they all went off, taking two of the farmer's horses, to carry off their luggage, the horses were found on Sunday the following morning in Old Street, and stayed about three hours in the house.”
[from Read’s Weekly Journal Feb 1735]


Eventually the rest of the gang were captured and hanged at Tyburn but Turpin escaped and by 1837 had changed tack to highway robbery in the area around Epping Forest. When the law came too close Turpin moved north to York and changed his name to John Palmer. As the song says he was eventually brought to trial and hanged for the shooting of a game-cock.

Turpin’s fame is due mainly to the author William Harrison Ainsworth who featured him in his novel Rookwood. It is there that the ride to York and Black Bess are introduced and the death of the gallant horse at the end of the journey tugged at enough heart-strings to make the story a success and Turpin a hero.

LISTEN HERE TO PETE'S 1979 RECORDING OF TURPIN HERO  TURPIN HERO ON YOU TUBE


So where did Ainsworth get the idea of the famous ride? Possibly from a highwayman who lived a century before Turpin—Swift Nick Nevison. I told the story of Swift Nick in my book of Nottinghamshire Folk Tales. Here is an abridged version:
John, or William (or even, perhaps, James) Nevison, he was known by all those names, might have been born near Pontefract in the West Riding of Yorkshire, and if he wasn’t it could have been at Wortley near Sheffield. It must have been in or around the year 1639. His father was either a wool merchant or the steward of Wortley Hall. Either way he was in a stable job and the young Nevison had a comfortable upbringing. Young Nevison was always up to mischief and often in trouble and when he was about 13 years old the law was after him for something fairly serious, it might have been stealing from his father but we’re not sure. Rather than face the music, he ran away to London where he worked as a brewer’s clerk for a few years before taking a ship to Holland where he became a soldier with the Grand Old Duke of  York.

When the wars were over Nevison returned to England and nursed his ailing father and when the old man died he put his soldiering skills to use as a Gentleman of the Road, a highwayman. He quickly gained a reputation as a polite and gallant robber who did no physical harm to his victims. He was also handsome and charming to the ladies, the very model of Hollywood’s idea of a highwayman as played by Douglas Fairbanks or Errol Flynn, although I’m not sure that either of them ever  played a highwayman….

Nevison [used as] his main base the Talbot Inn in Newark from where he and his gang  made it unsafe to travel along the Great North  Road anywhere between York and Huntingdon. For a while he was mistaken for his own ghost!
And now we come to the famous deed, the ride from Kent to York. Why Nevison was in Kent I don’t know, perhaps things had become too hot for him further north, or perhaps he was just after rich pickings in a new landscape, but he apparently robbed a traveller at Gad’s Hill, near Rochester and, fearing that he’d been recognised, decided on an amazing plan to give himself an alibi. He caught a ferry across the Thames and then rode to Chelmsford where he rested for a while. The he rode on to Cambridge and to Huntingdon where he joined the Great North Road. Stopping regularly for short breaks to rest his horse he eventually reached York at sunset. He had travelled 200 miles in one day...

On finally reaching York Nevison stabled his horse, washed, changed his clothes, and then made his way to the bowling green where he knew the mayor and other important people would be gathered. He made sure he was noticed and spoke to the mayor as he placed a bet on the outcome of the game.
Nevison had obviously been correct when he feared that he had been recognised because he was soon arrested for the Gad’s Hill hold up but he was able to call on the Lord Mayor of York to give him an alibi—if he had been placing bets and having a conversation with the mayor in York at 8pm how could he have possibly been in Kent that morning? He was found not guilty although the story of how he had tricked the system soon spread and Nevison became a hero. Even King Charles admired his deeds and it was he who gave Nevison his nickname ‘Swift Nick’. . .
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The idea of a lone rider on a brave horse performing a famous journey seems to be made for folklore and if there isn’t such a story you invent one! In the USA the same motif has been attached to Paul Revere….

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

[Paul Revere’s Ride by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]

The story of Paul Revere’s Ride, which took place in the Revolutionary War (American War of Independence), is that he rode from Boston to Lexington and Concord to warn the revolutionary leaders that the British army was on their way to arrest them. In fact he was not a lone rider but one of a team and Revere himself never reached Concord—he was captured at Lexington. But why let facts get in the way of a good story!

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7 February 2019

HAUNTED MINES


Ghostly lead miners and underground battles—lead mining in Derbyshire.


T'owd man, carving of a lead miner
One of the most iconic images of Derbyshire is the lead miner. Lead has been mined in the county since Roman times, and probably before. The lead miner is a common character in the folklore of the county—particularly in stories like The Little Red Hairy Man. (see my book of Derbyshire Folk Tales)
 In early times lead, like most other minerals—coal, tin, gold (Once a miner, forty-niner and his daughter Clementine...) was mined by one man who dug his little hole and, if he was lucky, found enough ore to keep himself and his family. In Britain though, from the 1700s on, it became more of a proper industry with mine owners who employed men and much larger mines which eventually used a network of canals and railways to move their product.


For Daniel Defoe’s description of his meeting with a Derbyshire lead miner see my YouTube video for the song 6 Jolly Miners also mentioned below: Pete sings 6 Jolly Miners





High Tor, Matlock

If you have seen the scars of lead mining which still mark the hills all around Derbyshire you’ll have noticed that they follow straight lines. The lead ore was found in seams or rakes which were often invisible on the surface so the miners would dig down in a suitable place and then follow the lead under the ground—without really knowing where they were going! In some places—High Tor in Matlock is a good example—the lead was near the surface so instead of holes they dug out great ‘canyons’. When I first saw them I assumed they were 
natural, an earth slip or fault line, possible caves.

It is not hard to understand that someone could start mining in one place and someone else in another and they’d gradually realise that they were mining the same seam from opposite ends! It would lead to trouble! That is the situation in the song: The Blobber and the Windmill Lease.




The Blobber and the Windmill Lease 

was sent to me, along with several other songs, by a friend who hoped I might sing it. (One of the others was 6 Jolly Miners, mentioned above, which had already been a mainstay of my repertoire for many years and is on The Derby Ram CD Info re The Derby Ram CD

     
                                        
I’ve tidied up the words a tiny bit to make it more singable and put it to that well known tune ‘Come All You Tramps & Hawkers’ which is one of those ‘workhorse’ tunes which have carried many different sets of words over the years. It fits like a glove.

The story: The Blobber is an established mine, the Windmill Lease a newly opened one. Blobber’s owners believe that the Windmill Lease is on their seam and to prove it their Agent (manager? overseer? foreman?) comes up with a clever idea: instead of mining the seam thoroughly they just strip off the top soil so that they can trace its course—and it leads straight to the Windmill Lease, who had to close down. This was an actual, historical event in the Wirksworth area in the 1740s when the song was written. Apparently it was still being sung 130 years later but then disappeared.


MAGPIE MINE

A more famous parallel to the situation concerned Magpie Mine which is near Sheldon, in the middle of nowhere really, near Bakewell. Whereas most mining remains are just spoil heaps and lumps and bumps, Magpie Mine is well preserved with the buildings and winding gear still fairly intact. The buildings look exactly like the more famous Cornish tin mines which is not surprising because in its later years it was worked by Cornish miners and one of the newfangled Newcomen steam engines, invented in Cornwall, was installed there to drain out the lower reaches which were below the water table. (There was one at Winster as early as 1717).

(There was a lot of interaction between the miners of Cornwall and Derbyshire. Winston Graham mentions it in Poldark which is meticulously researched; Six Jolly Miners has ‘There’s one of us from Cornwall and two from Derby town….’ and the Castleton May Day garland ceremony shares a tune with the Cornish ‘Floral Dance’ (who pinched it from whom!?)) Link to Castleton May Garland
 
Magpie Mine was at the junction of several seams and there were three other mines nearby. The fact that they were worked by local men and the Magpie by the Cornish added to the rivalry. At one point the Magpie Mine and the Red Soil Pit bumped into each other below the ground. Both insisted that they were in the right and it was their lead. (How you would solve that problem amicably I can’t imagine!) There were pitched battles and both sides tried to smoke out their rivals by lighting fires under ground. Eventually the Magpie miners lit a fire consisting of a toxic mix of straw, and coal tar ( and possibly sulphur) and in the panic which ensued several Red Soil men were suffocated.

Many of the Magpie miners were arrested and held in Derby Gaol and 18 were finally charged with manslaughter, although most of them were acquitted because they hadn’t deliberately set out to kill anyone. After that, for the rest of the 19th century, the Magpie was dogged by bad luck but struggled on until 1958 although it was producing little lead in the latter years. 
It is believed that the widows of the Red Soil miners put a curse on the Magpie and it was, perhaps still is, believed to be haunted by the ghosts of the three dead men.

On the day I went and took the photos used here it was cold and blowing a gale. Very bleak. I didn’t have my camera, only my phone, and the wind was buffeting so strongly it kept on switching it from camera to help. Or perhaps it was the fingers of those ghostly miners!
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17 January 2019

A CORE REPERTOIRE

Songs we should all know.


When I started going to folk clubs in the late 60s there were certain songs which you could guarantee to hear almost every time—so often that, although they might have been decent songs, they became boring. The Wild Rover became notorious and eventually everyone stopped singing it; Will You Go Lassie Go lingered on much longer, and still does to a certain extent especially as a farewell song at the end of the evening; Step It Out Mary, The Leaving of Liverpool, Fathom the Bowl, Jones’s Ale were all sung to death. I’m sure you can add others.

Those of us looking for more ‘serious’ traditional songs took as our ‘Bible’ the famous Penguin Book of English Folk Songs and it often became a competition to see who could sing their particular choice of song learned from that before someone else did. It is a great collection of songs and I still sing many of them. It’s been redone in the last few years with different versions but I don’t think the ‘new’ ones have the immediacy and attractiveness of many of the others even if they are more ‘authentic’ in many ways.

So the songs from that book and Marrowbones became the core repertoire of several generations of folk club performers. They were the songs you were expected to know—not necessarily well enough to perform them but to be aware of.




(I always have trouble with that… “do you know a song called….?” Yes. Will you sing it? Well I don’t know it well enough to sing it, I just know of it.  We need another word to differentiate know and know.)

A while ago a friend gave me a second hand book as a present. It’s English Folk-Song and Dance by Iolo A. Williams published in 1935 in the English Heritage Series by Longmans. The editors were Viscount Lee of Fareham and Sir John Squire, who also wrote the introduction. Iolo Williams is described as ‘Sometime Honorary Secretary of the Folk-Song Society’. They are hardly what you could call true ‘folk’ or even ‘folkies’!

Williams (1890-1962) was an author, journalist and Liberal Party politician. His books include a couple of volumes of his own poetry and several books about poetry and then some non-fiction books about diverse subjects like flowers, book collecting, English water-colours and the firm of Cadbury. 
From the intro to this book I learn that he did some song collecting particularly in Sussex and Surrey. He describes folk music as being the music of the ‘English peasantry’ (although true peasants haven’t existed in England since the Middle Ages.) He lists these as being ‘agricultural labourers, cowmen, shepherds, woodmen, road menders and other such rural wage earners, but also the class just above these in the social scale, the small farmers and other country tradesmen.’ These are the people he thought were a source of songs but not the ones he was writing his book for, they were obviously much more middle class. He lived in that early 20th century class-ridden world of touched forelocks, bicycling vicars, country Squires etc which we know from Agatha Christie novels and the like.
 
Folk dance '30s style. Village Green or Oxford College?

Part of the book is dedicated to folk dance and it is very much the kind of dance the EFDSS folk dance clubs did—very polite, very ‘proper’. There is also some Morris largely taken from the ideas of Cecil Sharp.



The one thing which struck me most of all when I read the book was how familiar all the songs he mentions are. And how, if you know them all, you have a pretty thorough grounding in the English folk song tradition. (The missing bit would be the more modern industrial songs which were ignored until the 1960s.)

A selection, picked at random, includes: 



The Green Mossy Banks of the Lea; The Trees They Do Grow High; Scarborough Fair; Lord Thomas and Fair Eleanor; The Keeper; Raggle Taggle Gypsies; The Loss of the Ramilles; Fare Thee Well (10,000 Miles); Jolly Fellows That Follow the Plough; The Farmer’s Boy; The Seeds of Love; Down in Yon Forest; the 12 Days of Christmas; and many more…



Most of those have been in my repertoire at one time or another, some of them still are,  and I could sing a verse or two of most of them—or mumble through the tune at the very least. I know them in the second sense: know of them, am aware of them. Here are links to my version of two of them:


How many of them are sung very often in our folk clubs/festivals today though? There seems to have been a move away from true traditional songs towards new songs or songs written in a mock traditional form. There’s nothing wrong with that but it should be based on a sound knowledge of the tradition. The fact that open mic nights have taken over from folk clubs for many younger people hasn’t helped. Many people do not know what a folk song is.  A while ago someone asked me about the songs I’d performed at a charity gig—”Did you write them?” she asked. “No, they’re folk songs, they’re traditional” I replied. “Yes, but who wrote them?”

Many years ago—probably in the 1980s—I remember reading an opinion that the reason why so many of the really good pop groups of the day were Scots or Irish as opposed to English (they were talking about U2, the Waterboys and so on) was because they had grown up with a background in their own folk music, had probably even played at sessions in the local pubs, whereas English pop groups only knew English/American pop music and were just rehashing what had come before.
Two of Pete's folk tales books

Williams’ other ‘big thing’, and something which I wholeheartedly agree with him on, is that many ‘local songs’ are actually far more widespread. Many, if not most, songs are found all over the country and calling a particular song ‘a Sussex folk song, or a ‘Derbyshire folk song’ is false. It is just that a version was found and popularised in that county. Songs don’t stop being sung just because you’ve crossed the county boundary. A few songs, probably due to the subject matter, are limited to a region (although not necessarily a county) but many spread over at least a quarter of the country and some are found everywhere—with versions in other countries even.

Labelling a song (or folktale) in this way is a very good marketing tool though, as the early collectors like Sharp found, and the tradition has been continued with The History Press’ series of folk tales books and I’ve been as guilty of it as anyone else!
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18 November 2018

THE BEST OF EUROPEAN FOLK MUSIC


10 of my favourite tracks from Europe:

A few months ago I did a Blog Post about 10 records which had influenced me as a musician. They were a mixture of all kinds of genres from my teenage forays into pop and blues through folk revivalists and a sprinkling of what could be called ’World Music’.  It was a very popular post with a lot of readers and some good comments. It inspired me to follow it up with this one. FIND IT HERE

Although most of what l actually perform myself is traditional English folk songs I don’t listen to a lot of that on recordings—I prefer it live. But I do listen to a lot of folk music from other parts of the world, particularly from Europe. I find much of it very exciting and it has influenced my playing.

So this is a selection of some favourite recordings from Europe—some are tracks I’ve known for decades, others are recent discoveries.

 

ALAN STIVELL: Pop Plinn

from the album Live at Olympia.

This is one of my favourite albums of all time. It must have been an amazing concert. Through most of the 1980s I ran a local radio folk programme (Chiltern Radio from Dunstable) and whenever I played a track by Stivell I had requests for more. He bridged the gap between a folk singer and a pop star. At that time there was a huge upsurge in Breton identity—moves for independence and language teaching, in much the same way as happened in Scotland and even Cornwall! I love the way the bombards, the Breton national instrument, are greeted with a huge cheer. It still makes me come out in goose pimples. Unfortunately the movement seems to have faded away and I read recently that the Breton language is in danger of dying out. LISTEN HERE




 KARIKAS EGYUTTES Hová mész, hová mész

Back in the early 1990s my daughter Lucy made several trips to Hungary and Romania to research traditional music for her university degrees. This eventually led to our Anglo-Romanian band Popeluc. This album by Karikas was one she brought back from her travels. I don't think Karikas were known outside of Hungary but I really rated them highly. Although they are Hungarian and Popeluc’s music was Romanian it all comes from Transylvania and is very similar. The Hungarian folklorist Karoly Kos said words to the effect of: 'In Transylvania the Hungarians, the Romanians and the Gypsies all play the same music, but they each play it with their own particular accent.’ (Pre WW2 he could have added the Jews but they are almost non-existent in the area now.) LISTEN HERE

HEIEMO OG NYKKJEN: Kirsten Braten Berg





This is an ancient Norwegian ballad. It was on a 4CD World Music sampler set which Sue and I bought ourselves for Christmas. We played it on Christmas Day and I liked this track so much I listened to it a couple more times. In the night I dreamed words to it and scribbled them down. Much to my surprise they still made sense in the morning! It became The Lads They’d Been a-Drinking which I recorded on my False Waters CD in 1995. I had no idea what the Norwegian song was about but my subconscious’ ‘translation’ was not too far from it—at least in mood. It’s about a young girl abducted by an evil spirit.  Even more oddly, a couple of years later events almost identical to the plot of my song were in the news and people assumed I’d written the song about them! LISTEN HERE

SPACCANAPOLI—Aneme Perze

From Album Lost Soul

I bought this album on the strength of a couple of tracks played on Radio 3’s Late Junction and it instantly became a favourite. Spaccanopoli started life as a community group in Naples—particularly a band for parades and festivals. Much of their music shows this community input. There are influences from all over the Mediterranean region—Italy, Spain, N.Africa, the Middle East…  Their other claim to fame is that they and their music featured regularly in the TV series The Sopranos, which I have never seen! LISTEN HERE



BARCELONA GYPSY KLEZMER ORCHESTRA: Djelem Djelem



A more recent find: I came across this band by accident when I was doing some research into Klezmer music. As their name suggests they play a unique fusion of Gypsy, Klezmer and Jazz. I very often don’t like fusions—they aren’t one thing or another—but I do like this band. Their singer seems to have it all – technical ability, soul and the ability to put over a song. Djelem Djelem is one of the standards of the Gypsy/Rom repertoire and has also been done by Goran Bregovic (see below). It tells of the trials and tribulations of an oppressed people and calls for them to stand up and be proud. LISTEN HERE

LEILIA: Piedras Contra Tanques (Stones Against Tanks) 

LEILIA are a 6 piece female group from Galicia in NW Spain. They describe their music as ‘tambourine music’ and they do use tambourines  alot but on their albums they have some really good backing musicians using clarinets, pipes, accordion, guitars etc. Galicia is the tip of Spain which pokes out into the Atlantic (Finisterre and St James of Compostella etc) and it has always had many maritime links with the ‘Celtic’ fringes of Britain. This shows in the music. They are a recent discovery of mine and I love their sound. They started by researching the almost forgotten traditional music of their region but, I think, much of their work is now reworkings or new compositions in the traditional style. LISTEN HERE



KAYAH & BREGOVIC:  Jesli Bog Istnieje

 Goran Bregovic is ‘The Man from Sarajevo’ - born in what was then Yugoslavia but playing music from all across the Balkans and beyond he is a World Music superstar and has appeared at WOMAD several times. I included him in my previous Post. For this CD he has teamed up with Polish superstar Kayah. Of the 10 tracks on the album I have 8 of them on other Bregovic albums but they are very different arrangements and they come over as fresh and new. I can’t say which arrangement I prefer. The lyrics are credited to Kayah and I am not sure whether she has written entirely new words to the tunes or has translated them. LISTEN HERE

Crni Voz by Boban Markovic Orkestrar featuring Felix Lajko



I don’t know where I got this sampler from the Hungarian record label Fono from, but I’m glad it came my way. There is hardly a dud track amongst the 15 very varied pieces of traditional music from Hungary and its neighbours. This is the opening track. Boban Markovic is a superstar in Eastern Europe and Felix Lajko, who is from a younger generation, is also huge. I described this piece as being like a very ’high’ Jimmy Hendrix getting hold of a fiddle and doing his thing. The You Tube video here is a whole performance (46 minutes) The track I would pick out starts at about 13 minutes in.  LISTEN HERE

 

 

 FANFARE CIOCOLIA: DINJI RINJI BUBAMARA


FC come from the Constanta region of Romania which is a very different place to Maramures in the mountains of northern Romania which I have visited and played the music of with Popeluc. The brass band tradition was introduced to the area by the Ottomans who ruled the area for centuries. FC boast of being the ’fastest band in the world’ which is not something I’d usually approve of but it works for them. I had the pleasure of working with them at a concert in Tenterden, kent some years ago and they know how to work an audience (and get every penny they can out of them! Their encore went on for ages while a man with a hat went round collecting paper money from everyone!) A friend who plays brass said that they must be really highly qualified,  musicians from top academies because ‘they do things you can’t do on brass instruments’… They’re not, they are self taught from a tiny village with no mod cons and most have probably never even been to school! (This is not my favourite track but I can’t find that!)
LISTEN HERE


NADYA KARADJOVA Neno Le (Live) 

Still from the Balkans:
I had this track on a sampler LP back in the 1980s. I found it fascinating, very different to anything I’d heard before. I particularly liked the rather ‘primitive’ accompaniment. Over the years we have become much more accustomed to Bulgarian music. LISTEN HERE


And I've got all this way without mentioning Brexit! Whoops!

To finish off I thought I should include a bit of Popeluc who I've mentioned a couple of times: LISTEN TO POPELUC
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