I met Shirley Collins yesterday at a Folk Song workshop in Lewes. She is every bit as warm and delightful as I've always been told. I've watched her film, I've read her book, I've seen her at the Barbican and the Roundhouse, I've been spellbound by her and amazed what she has achieved and overcome. She’s a wonderful woman as well as an absolute legend. I got tongue tied, I probably talked nonsense, I sang slowly. I sang Salis(berry) not Salisbury. I don’t tend to get particularly nervous these days, but I was so nervous. She didn’t seem to hold it against me, and I think it’s going to be one of the most valuable singing lessons of my life. It was a privilege, I want to know how to look after the songs like she does in my little way, and I'll never forget it.
The more I learn, the less I realise I know, it's like going backwards.
A lady there told me that you couldn't really listen to someone with my tone of voice sing more than one or two songs without (rolled eyes and sighed deeply simultaniously) and so I should sing more upbeat songs. I don't know what to do with that. I've come to think I'm not too bad, although I can't hear compliments and I get through things by promising myself I'll be better next time. Hey me! I promise I'll be better next time. Take Courage.