Woodman Folk Club - Reviews
|Woody*||1 November 2019||
Hi Woody, here again with the latest review.
November already. The start of a new month and a new guest to the club. Roger Davies is a musician – either on his own or with his band – an artist, but, first and foremost a Yorkshireman. Something that shows itself not only in his accent but in the subject matter of his songs. In contrast to several of our recent guests Roger is easy going, softly spoken, with a dry, often subtle sense of humour. He is, he says, a self-taught guitarist, accomplished none the less, with a style that suits the songs he plays, the majority of which are his own compositions. He mentioned more than once that he currently lives in Brighouse, which we have all heard of, but may not know is situated between Leeds and Huddersfield. He is full of praise for the audience, appreciating the applause and our attempts to join in with him.
His two sets comprised many of his own songs plus covers such as Raised On Rock ‘n Roll, written for Elvis and performed by him and others such as Johnny Winter of all people. What a contrast, between the three, Roger’s version being more Buddy Holly than anything. Bill Withers’ Lean On Me – which was again just right for Roger was blended into the second set.
The advantage to Roger’s two sets was that I managed to find all his own songs on his various cds, which means that if you liked what you heard you could take them home with you or download later. Songs In Plain English provided it’s fair share; for Halloween; The Ghost of Lily Fogg, a spectre from Halifax; Here For You, with its improvised guitar solo; Always A Song In It Somewhere, about an aspiring young musician; The lilting Stephanie – the first time I’ve ever heard that name in a song; Percy Shaw, the man who invented Cat’s Eyes after a visit to his Halifax local – another first; and Time Goes By
From The Busker we had; Brighouse On A Saturday Night, which he has played with the famous brass band. Peter Brookes’ Paintings – gave him the chance to tell us about his own ambitions to be a painter which he put aside when he discovered music and has recently successfully returned to. So much so that he now regards himself as an artist more than a musician. Into The Sun provided a lively start to the evening and I Think I Hear Destiny Calling the encore.
Overall a pleasant, amusing and almost restful evening with someone I know Debbie and Derry have been trying to get to the club for some time.
In conclusion I have to mention, in the nicest way, that I have over seen many guests at the club, clothed in a variety of costumes, but never have I seen a guest dressed so sartorially elegant in a collar and tie plus waistcoat, no sign of denim at all. Another first I believe.
So, once again, this is me, Woody, signing off for this time. And as usual;
A wonderful night was had by all, here’s to the next one.
* Notes taken by Les Jones, who also typed up the review, but the views expressed are
those of Woody, the club mascot.