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I first got hooked on folk music in 1962. I was in a smokey room above the Lord Nelson in Hastings Old Town when a scruffy, gaunt figure got up to sing a song in a nasally American drawl. His name was Phillip Tree and the song was “Blowing in the Wind.” He was followed by a toussle-haired young man called Bert Jansch who sang “Running from Home” and then played a tune on the guitar called “Angie”. I was sixteen and I was knocked sideways. |
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| After those heady, hippy days of Dylan and Donovan and hundreds of folk clubs all over the Country, folk music went into the doldrums a bit during the late seventies, due amongst other things to a staleness borne through the lack of any real creative new talent. |
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Folk Club audiences had tired of sitting through all 178 verses of “The Lincolnshire Poacher” sung ... |
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