I suppose it is a mark of getting of getting 
                older that one laments the supposed loss of ones heritage. Perhaps 
                it is more to do with harking back to school days and wondering 
                why 'if it was good enough for us why is it not good enough for 
                today's children.' On the other hand, some things we were made 
                to do at school have caused us to have a bad taste in our mouth 
                when we are re-presented with them in later life. 
              
 
              
I had nothing against Miss Mackintosh (name changed 
                to protect the innocent) at Stepps Primary School. She used to 
                come in on Thursdays to try to instil some sense of music into 
                our empty heads. In those far off days any normal schoolboy would 
                be out emulating Bobby Charlton rather than getting the larynx 
                around Bobby Shaftoe. Yet Miss Mack insisted we sit indoors 
                in the summer sunshine learning our folksong heritage. And that 
                is what it amounted to. I never heard the 'classics' at primary 
                school. Music was simply about All through the Night and 
                By yon Bonny Banks. We tried to do our best. But it was 
                quite frankly boring. I would rather have been fighting my friend 
                Stephen or chasing Diane and June round the playground. Memories! 
                I wonder if today's Games Boy has to splutter through 'Camptown 
                Races?' 
              
 
              
So I am afraid it is with trepidation that I 
                approached Richard Stoker's 2002 offering for Voice and Guitar 
                - Eight British Folksongs. 
              
 
              
Here are at least five of my early horrors: All 
                Through the Night, Londonderry Air, Early One Morning, 
                The Oak and the Ash and Bobby Shaftoe. They bring 
                back memories of sitting near the front of the class and a certain 
                bully trying to stab me with a set of compasses! At least he got 
                caught by the mistress! 
              
 
              
However Stoker has tempered these 'well known' 
                numbers with three which are 'hidden gems'. The Noble Duke 
                of York, The Keys of Canterbury and The Poacher. 
                Now on inspection the Noble Duke turns out to be what I 
                know as The Grand Old Duke of York. Aaargh. More memories 
                of enforced dancing lessons. Imagine some poor middle-aged teacher 
                trying to inculcate the rudiments of country dancing into children 
                from a mining community! Well she did succeed. I can still trip 
                a light 'Hesitation Waltz' and a rumbustious 'Eightsome Reel.' 
                And let's face it, the 'Gay Gordons' had no connotations for us 
                'when we were seven.' 
              
 
              
But I am older and wiser now. I see parts of 
                my heritage destroyed or made politically incorrect. There was 
                a time when I was unable to read Biggles or The Famous Five for 
                fear of upsetting some guardian of public morals. Fortunately 
                this madness seems to have waned. George and Ginger can have their 
                adventures once more. However there are things that are going 
                the way of all flesh. Those elements of British Culture that have 
                not been listed or preserved by English Heritage or the National 
                Trust. I think of the language of The Book of Common Prayer, English 
                puddings and Mild Ale. 
              
 
              
Seriously, I believe that we are in danger of 
                losing our key societal markers: those things which define the 
                British as a nation. I read in the paper the other day that most 
                children do not know who won the battle of Trafalgar. Few know 
                who Joseph or Moses were. As for Cronos and Charon and Bottom! 
                Well, there seems to be no hope. 
              
 
              
So it is with some pleasure that I find a modern 
                composer setting words that have echoed down the ages in Britain. 
                Words that were compiled in many 'Community Songbooks’ (a thing 
                of the past surely). It would have been so easy to tackle a more 
                'contemporary or meaningful' poet. 
              
 
              
These songs are well wrought with interesting 
                guitar accompaniment. They are perhaps a little adventurous harmonically 
                for my taste in places, but certainly Stoker cannot be accused 
                of writing 'strum along' support for the singer. The arrangement 
                of the key signatures makes for variety, so the songs do not seem 
                to pall on the ear. The only problem, it seems to me is that some 
                of them are a trifle long. The Keys of Canterbury runs 
                to ten verses! So, a lot of light and shade will be needed by 
                the performers. 
              
 
              
I must confess that I hope the composer knocks 
                up a piano score for these tunes, as the guitar is not my favourite 
                instrument (unless played by Page, Hendrix or Zappa) 
              
 
              
But it is very nice to have these eight songs. 
                They ought to be played as a set and not excerpted. 
              
 
                John France June 2003