Probably quite rightly, it is the case that folk bands only extend their area in which they are known by getting in the car and visiting new clubs. CDs and e-mails are all very well, but you need to get up and go to clubs to get yourselves known and appreciated. As such, Rob and I have determined that we will, over the next 3-6 months, try and visit a lot more of the London clubs we have not yet visited. Determined by the coincidence of our availability and the occurrence of singer’s nights, the first on that list was TwickFolk and so it was that we eschewed the comforts of a quiet Sunday night in and set off down the M1 and around the North Circular to The Cabbage Patch Pub in Twickenham.
From the very first song from the evening’s MC , it was clear that the standard of music around the club is very high. All sat around a large central table, we had around a dozen different performers. The banter was fun. Rob and I did Tri Martolod, Flower of Magherally and Billy Don’t You Weep for Me, and were made very welcome throughout the evening.
It was nice to chat with the organisers of the club during and after the evening (some of whom had seen us supporting Emily Smith in Uxbridge in February) and we hope that TwickFolk might see fit to ask us back to do a support spot for one of their guests at some stage in the future.
I don’t often drive in London, so it was a welcome relief to travel back around the North Circular and up the M1 around midnight when the traffic was a bit thinner. Home for c12.30am – sadly, breakfast was a blur five and a half hours later.