Tom Lehrer (r) âExplaining a joke is like dissecting a frog. You understand it better but the frog dies in the process.â Â â E. B. White Youâre killing them out there Over the next week or two, weâre going to … Continue reading →
Thereby Hangs a (Folk) Tale In the last post, I suggested that there seemed to be a certain implausible, or perhaps contrived, quality, to the narrative of  âBabylon,â âThe Bonnie Banks oâ Fordie,â or âFair Flowers of the Valley,â … Continue reading →
River Clyde, near Abington Drawn into the Clyde Water My introduction to âDrowned Loversâ began with hearing a spare bit of guitar playing, opening up with regular, almost transmitter-like pulses as the tenth track on Kate Rusbyâs solo debut album, … Continue reading →
