The tiny fledg'ling label is synonymous with the finest folk and folk-rock recordings from the British Isles. Established as an independent label in 1995, the catalogue contains material drawn from the past forty years of recording, performances united by their beauty and honesty........................................... Fledg'ling for folk and folk-rock, but above all folk with soul.............................. Please note: We do not transact any business through our myspace page. Please visit our main website to find full details of the Fledg'ling catalogue.
It's The Garden's wonderful Midwinter Wassail, Friday 18th ..the Blue Room @ PJ McGintys, Ipswich.
Winter tunes and madness with the truly amazing OWL SERVICE, NANCY WALLACE, THE NORWICH HARP SOCIETY and as ever, The Garden DJ's bruising your minds eye. 8pm, £4.
This will celebrate the end of a great psychedelic year, big love and thanks to all the fellow Gardeners!
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
The Garden presents... Admiral Sir Cloudesley Shovell
Come
on down for some deep fried acid rock from this monster 3 piece from Hastings...
For
lovers of Uriah Heep, Sabbath, Atomic Rooster, Blue Cheer... Shindig favourites!
As ever, The Garden DJs will be spinning wholesome brain sounds for your minds third eye!
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
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After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace -
2 of 230, walkaboutsverse.741.com: WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
(C) David Franks 2003
76 of 230, walkaboutsverse.741.com: LAND RIGHTS
If there is a good thing From the Second World War It’s that most peoples learnt To conquer lands no more.
In Africa, Asia, And the Pacific, too: Post-war independence - Steps only bigots rue.
But for some indigenes, Outnumbered much-too-much, It has all come too late For liberty, as such.
So ‘tis in Australia, And America’s sites, Where the best now, I think, Is to respect land rights.
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