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Post by andyhowell on Aug 30, 2021 15:30:43 GMT
It is weird when songs connect with real life.
Played a small local festival yesterday. One of my songs was my Kinsale Comets song which includes the character:
‘It was on one Friday evening he got chatting T the bar To a fne young lass from Poland Who worked at the hotel and spar Now Lena she was a farm girl and she missed the life of the land …’
After the set a woman with an accent came up to me and started chatting away - I couldn’t understand what she was one about for a minute.
“I’m Polish and my name is Lena and I’ve never heard my name in a song!”
I know have firm instructions to send her a recording.
Later I had two people want to talk about The Half Moon in Putney which featured in another song. Worlds colliding!
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Post by curmudgeon on Sept 6, 2021 23:58:44 GMT
Don't know anyone called Lena, but I sure remember the Half Moon in Putney.
One moment I remember very well was My pal Don suggesting we went to sit with Arthur "BigBoy" Crudup. We went to his table and asked if we could sit there. He picked up his drink and made to move - Done said No Mr Crudup, we just thought we might join you , maybe buy you a drink." He sat down again nervously. We chatted foe a while then he was called in to set up.
We offered our hands to him and he cautioisly shook them, then he looked deep into my eyes and said - "You the first white boy, ever called me sir!" and went.
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Post by andyhowell on Sept 7, 2021 6:56:43 GMT
A lovely story. I’ve had a lot of great experiences at the Half Moon. The combination of a great venue, great audience and the chance to chat to people that is almost unique in my experience.
I still like to go there for a drink when I’m in those parts, if only to look at the photos on the wall. I’ve given up looking for music though as like many places it is now dominated by tribute bands and private functions.
Great memories though.
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