That Was The Year That Was
Who was it who said "nostalgia is a thing of the past"?
Perhaps the Buddha, because he said that the past must not be hankered after since it's done and gone and there's naff all you can do about it (which really makes taking people to court for crimes they committed more than a nanosecond ago a bit of a non-starter, I would like to be tried in a Buddhist court if I ever do anything really bad: "When did you nick that Martin guitar? Last week? Case dismissed").
Anyroad up, where was I? Ah yes, I was going to say something about the year that's gone.
What a damn fine year it has been: loads of great albums and tons of great festivals - far too many for me to list here.
In fact, it seems, looking back at the year, that folk music is in a healthier state than it's been in a long while.
Yes, I know it was a lot better when we all sang in folk clubs for nothing and knitted our own concertinas from recycled policeman's bicycles, but life is a state of constant flux and folk is a broad church in which there is room for everybody: Harry Cox and Seth Lakeman, Bert Lloyd and Bella Hardy, The Queensbury Rules and The Yetties - and long may it be so.
I used to get a tingle in my belly when I drove over the North Yorkshire Moors to Whitby Folk Festival, and got my first glimpse of the sea and the abbey ruins, because I knew I was in for a great week of singing and playing.
I get that same feeling still when I put on a new CD that has just arrived, and hear the first bars of something that I know instinctively is going to be great.
This last year I've had a lot of tingly bellies.
Listen, thanks for listening over the last twelve months, you've been good company.
Have a peaceful and people Christmas: shun the mall, turn off the telly and have a natter instead - and with new albums already in the pipeline from people like Martin Simpson and Cara Dillon and rumours that the Eddison Bell Spasm Band might be playing Glastonbury next year things are looking good.
As Pangloss said, just before his nose fell off: "All is for the best in this the best of all possible worlds".
Keep listening - you know it makes sense. See you next year.