Tag Archives: Reluctant Ramblers

On John Jones: Never Stop Moving


I’ve been waiting, as have all the Ramblers, for this CD–and for a long part of the wait, since news of John Jones’ illness and surgery broke, with more of a sense of urgency than the usual pre-release expectation. Never Stop Moving does not disappoint. Perhaps my view is colored.  Most of the songs are familiar …

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On Looking Out the Window


Last night it snowed again.  When I looked out the window at my yard, buried–in places under six feet of snow–is it any wonder I wanted to be somewhere else?  And we all know where my heart goes. That made me think of another window in particular:  the big window of the bedroom I stayed …

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On Diamonds on the Water


Oysterband fans have been waiting for this CD for a long time.  Some of us pre-ordered it months ago and have been waiting with anticipation for the February 17th release date:  some of us in the US were appalled to suddenly realize that February 17th was a postal holiday and we wouldn’t get it until the …

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On Bellowhead: Broadside


Back in the Ice Age, at my graduate school graduation, I made a speech entitled “The Value of Ignorance.”  My premise was that, if you recognize your own lack of knowledge, you give yourself the opportunity to rectify that lack; those people who firmly believe that they know everything–and we’ve all met them–never allow themselves …

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On John Jones & the Reluctant Ramblers at the Nettlebed Village Club


I will admit that one of the reasons I wanted to join John Jones’ White Horses Walk was that I was fascinated by the scenario:  walk the English countryside from gig to gig–live performances at pubs, clubs or other small venues.  This is the fourth year John Jones has planned these adventures out; this year, …

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On the White Horses Walk


Anyone who has ever been anywhere in the English countryside will recognize the signs.  They’re everywhere along the sides of roads, pointing off into fields, through hedges, into woodland.  And anyone who has ever seen any of these signs can’t help but wonder–where does that path go?  I want to follow it. At least, that’s the …

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