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Blimey, I remember that ceremony. It took place - for your information - on the 'Nick of Pendle', at the side of the A666. It was Lorna Salvage, actually; not Savage. Before you mentioning this, I thought it was a company, rather than a person. Later, a group of us were duly salvaged, I can tell you. Lydian Ennui was there, also. She pointed out that folk music should be restricted to the 'white notes', and if 'black notes' are used they should be used silently, as 'thought-shapes'. Here at Bach Utensill 911 we are, as ever, in two minds. Personally, though, I'm keen(-ish) to point out that there are many things as queer as folk, one of which is improv. Consider this: I assumed this was a typo - but apparently not. One friend told me he was using an 'elbow' that used to belong to S Adamson, late, of Big Country. I assumed ebow. But no. The search for sonic alterity continues....----- Original Message ----- From: "r" <r>To: <a.donovan7@ntlworld.com>Sent: Sunday, March 26, 2006 1:49 PMSubject: Re: Club Sporadic> One of the many rumours circulating about how suddenly Roger Martin went > from a whiny folk singer song writer to a god of improvisation concerns a > mystery fortnight spent walking in Lancashire with nowt for company except > his trusty battered old Harmony Sovereign and rucksack. When he came back > he was thrown out of his local folk club for the sin of blinding chromatic > complexity and never looked back... some say he sold his soul to the devil > up in the hills near Pendle - a well-known centre for witchcraft and > devil worship... fancy, maybe - but when he died in the famous exploding > jazz club incident near Whitwick a couple of years ago his partner of the > time, Lorna Savage, who had strange occult connections, took his ashes > back to Pendle and scattered them in a secret ceremony attended by unknown > celebrities and others who follow the black path. On a cold clear night, > some folk say that they hear strange discordant riffs echoing over the > hills... Source: Roger Martin: Lust for Improv Glory - a monograph by > the well-known Leicestershire critic R Warner (published privately)...>> tee hee>>>>From: "Anthony Donovan" <a.donovan7@ntlworld.com>>>To: "rod warner" <r>>>Subject: Re: Club Sporadic>>Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2006 12:48:43 +0100>>>>Nice one! If you gander at my blog you'll see similar attitudes got up as >>murmurists! Between the rock of surrealism and the hard place of black >>comedy I wear the fellwalking boots of a weedy Northern dada...>>>>Curcuitbent Helvellyn played by Decaf Bjorknutrino... So it goes>>>>Cheers.>>>>>>>>----- Original Message ----- From: "r" <r>>>To: <a.donovan7@ntlworld.com>>>Sent: Sunday, March 26, 2006 12:35 PM>>Subject: Re: Club Sporadic>>>>>>>Maybe we can invent a mythical Midlands free improviser called Roger >>>Martin - a droll thought but as you may know M is involved in a big >>>project for the *thing with his friend >>>J who is a very clever guy and does a lot of intricate >>>spoofery - the current one being an installation about a mythical >>>eighties rock band called ******* - (umlaut in there somewhere but it's >>>too early in the day...)... actually, rumour has it that Derek Bailey >>>learned everything he knew from Roger Martin but... no - that way madness >>>lies...>>>Off for late breakfast I think...>>>r>>>>>>>From: "Anthony Donovan" <a.donovan7@ntlworld.com>>>>>To: "RRRRRRRRRRRRRR" <*4>>>>>Subject: Re: Club Sporadic>>>>Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2006 12:30:47 +0100>>>>>>>>The Roger Martin thing is a good giggle, actually>>>>>>>>I played in a band years back - guitarist called Rob got called Raymond >>>>in a review. We called him Raymond for a year or so after that! It got >>>>quite strange in the end. I don't know Roger well enough as yet to fully >>>>mine those kinds of psycho-comic possibilities! But it gave me a laugh - >>>>so thanks!>>>>>>>>Ta!>>>>Anthony>>>>>>>>job at jim morrison's, in warehose, like>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>----- Original Message ----- From: "r123456543212345654321234565432123456" <5>>>>>...9>>