The old music halls, the ’60s folk clubs and the modern ‘sessions’, pictured here, all began life in pubs. The folk clubs and the sessions have largely stayed there. It seems to be their natural home. (And now, thank goodness, smoke-free.)
Fuddling Day was one of the earliest songs in my professional repertory. The serious subject is mitigated by the cheery tune and good chorus that had audiences joining in enthusiastically, which was very encouraging for a novice folk singer. I could have done with having some audience participation on this recording.