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 Behind the scenes the situation is similar to the relaxed looking duck, gliding across the pond – all serene and sedate yet beneath the surface the legs are working like mad.
The 3 ‘Toothillian folkateers’ try to meet to discuss the previous folk club. Naturally enough it is dates, numbers, seating, lighting, new faces, old faces missing and arrangements for the next one under discussion.  
Our evening programme
Brian is still a working man so if he can get home early the Friday afternoon will see him, Bill and myself, ably abetted by whichever poor individual we can catch, shifting tables and chairs  and whatever else to create our ‘cavern of sound’. This means that when you turn up from 7.00 onwards you have both a seat and a warm environment to welcome you.

The evening begins with the clever ones finding a space away from the 'tuning' players. Then Brian takes up his position and organises the circle into a disciplined, orderly, efficient and controlled musical ensemble (I’m sure it is the Toot Hill Folk Club I’m writing about). With an order of performance / presentation set out our troupe begins the quest for musical excellence. Each performer does a number from their repertoire and we move around the circle. Brian and myself attempt to maintain the order and latecomers are guided into vacant seats to await their turn to perform. Solo performances, either from singers or instrumentists (my new word) can be correctly admired and silently observed or accompanied by everyone singing and playing along at their request.  We have no Divas or Prima Donnas here. Often compared to old time music hall or the old Irish Fleadh or Comhalta. Naturally enough as the evening progresses the continued consumption of variations of a ‘Drop of the Pure’, leads to much revelry and merriment. Old singalong favourites surface and it is not unheard of for the entire room to be singing like angels (I am writing this so it’s my interpretation).  We break for a short while and enjoy some roasted spuds or some other delightful snack then its back to music. All things must come to an end, which they do and we part as friends and co-folkies promising to return with new songs and friends for the next one.
 


 

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