Michael is insulted by an audience member in Morecambe, while David nearly kicks an audience member in Leeds. We put the fun into funeral. Sean imparts another of his dreams, involving Greg Russell and ice cream, but don’t worry, it’s not that kind of dream. And the award for most heckles in one gig goes to the grove folk club in Leeds.
Since the last Young’uns podcast, we’ve won a series of awards including best group at the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards, meaning that I think we can now safely proclaim that the Young’uns Podcast is an award winning podcast; in fact, it’s the best folk podcast in the world ever!
This week: everything you never needed to know about David’s little finger; Michael is getting up David’s nose, literally; David has an interesting encounter at a urinal; a Young’uns gig turns into an episode of Call My Bluff, as we discuss the potential definitions of french words; The Young’uns are back on tour, and yet again it’s a rather physically intimate affair for us; on Thursday 14th May at 1130, BBC Radio 4 air the documentary which we are featured in presented by Mark Radcliffe, and after the recording of that programme we all communed in a pub to drink and sing Tom Jones songs; and there’s a song about a dog thrown in for good measure. All that and more on this week’s award winning Young’uns Podcast.
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This time last week we were in Cardiff for the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards. Well, in actuality, this time last week – a quarter to seven is when I’m writing this – we were in a restaurant ten minutes away from the Millennium Centre where the awards were taking place, waiting with growing concern for our food to arrive. We were meant to be in our seats in half an hour, but, despite having ordered our food over an hour ago, no food had arrived, and we were beginning to contemplate leaving without eating, for tonight we were more hungry for success than repast, and we didn’t want to potentially miss the opportunity to accept the award for best group because of an unpunctual mediocre risotto.
After a couple of minutes of gesturing, and attempts to make eye contact (something which I decided to leave to the others, feeling that they would be more qualified in the art) we eventually attracted the attention of the waitress. We tried to explain the situation, that we would need to leave the restaurant in ten minutes, and that our food, which we’d ordered over an hour ago, had still not arrived. If the meals were going to take longer than five minutes to arrive then we would have to cancel our order and leave without eating.
The waitress sauntered back to the kitchen to check the progress of our order. Five minutes later, she ambled back to our table and cheerily informed us that there was no need to worry, as our food would indeed be out in five minutes, and so everything would be fine. Sadly, we had to burst the waitress’s bubble by explaining the basic principle of time, that given that five minutes had already elapsed since we’d specified the five minute cut off point, another five minutes on top of that would actually be ten minutes.
What should we do? After a minute of umming and a good few seconds of ahing, it was decided that we should leave. We rose to our feet and put on our coats, but then the waitress pointed towards the kitchen and announced that our food was arriving. What to do? The food was now being laid on our table, just as we were turning to leave. We looked at each other, and after a bit of discussion we decided that if we ate our meals in one minute then we’d make the awards ceremony in time, provided that we ran.
So we jumped back into our seats, grabbed the cutlery and began to veraciously attack our meals. I was over halfway through my food by the time the waitress had lolloped back to our table to ask us whether we’d like parmesan cheese or black pepper. My mouth was too encumbered by rice to speak so I shook my head and grunted in what probably appeared to be quite a terse and abrupt manner, although, in fairness, I did have a lot on my plate. However, within one minute our plates had been finished and we rose to our feet and ran to the Millennium Centre, clutching our stomachs which bristled with indigestion pain. We made it just in the nick of time. Oh, what crazy and exciting lives we lead.
Fortunately, we discovered that our category wasn’t until the end of the night, so there was plenty of time for our food to digest. Therefore, if we won, our acceptance speech wouldn’t consist of the three of us belching uncontrollably, although, I’m sure if that had have happened then we’d have made sure that our belching was in three part harmony and we’d probably be given a lifetime achievement award there and then.
As you presumably know by now, we did win the folk award for best group. We had no idea before hand that we were going to win so it was a big surprise when it was announced.
It was strange afterwards to be approached by people like Loudon Wainwright III,
Ruth Jones and Cerys Matthews, and have them start a conversation with us. It was even stranger for me, given that not being able to see I wasn’t entirely sure who I was actually speaking to until they’d gone, when someone would inform me who it was. So I was unable to tell Loudon Wainwright that I was a fan and remembered being a teenager and hearing him in session on the John Peel show. Instead I just spoke to them as if they were just a normal humdrum member of the public, like you. Still, it probably made me look a bit cooler than if I started jabbering at them about how much I liked them, which also just so happens to be my flirting technique, which generally doesn’t
prove effective. Well actually there was one occasion where the girl was a massive star Trek nerd and thought that I was trying to chat her up in klingon. The next thing I knew I was back at her place and she was whispering in my ear, “beam me up hotty.” Well, I’ll spare you the details, except to say that it was very difficult to perform the act, given her insistence that I only went forward and didn’t reverse, which was quite painful and awkward. If you’ve never heard the Star Trek song, then you’ll probably be a little confused and likely more than a little disturbed by the image that I may have given you. I’m sorry, shall we move on? No? You dirty animals. I’m moving on.
It’s been awhile since I last blogged or podcasted. Well done to you for managing to keep it together. Next month we start touring with a vengeance, and so we’ll be back with new Young’uns Podcasts starting from next week. I’m finally starting work on the next Pick and Mix and aim to have it released for the end of June. And I should be back with a new blog post by the end of the week.
In the meantime, stay true blud. Tara!
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After his success with beatboxing last week, this week David attempts to play the trumpet, instructed by The Unthanks’ trumpet player, Victoria Rule. She also introduces us to her sister’s dog who does an uncannily good trumpet impersonation.
Last week, The Young’uns recorded an interview and song for a BBC Radio 4 documentary with Mark Radcliffe. The recording took place in a pub in Northumbria, and afterwards Mark and bandmate Chris Lee joined us for a bit of a jam, and we bring you a couple of songs from Mark and Chris on this week’s podcast.
We’ve got clips from our time on tour with the Unthanks. We have an exclusive interview with the newest Unthank member, the thirteen month old son of Rachel Unthank and Adrian McNally, Arthur. And we share a couple of anecdotes about some strange accommodation we’ve recently stayed in.
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This week’s Young’uns Podcast is presented backstage at the Unthanks tour, for which we are providing support. There’s music and chat with 2014’s BBC Radio 2 Folk Award winners Phillip Henry and Hannah Martin, who talk about their music, their odd sleeping habits, and teach David how to beatbox. Josienne Clark and Ben Walker also make an appearance and get given the David Eagle beatbox treatment.
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We’re on a mission to make the Young’uns Podcast a lot more sexy. Michael goes for a haircut, but gets a little bit more than he bargains for. Sean and David discuss adopting a child together. And we’re back in our hotel bedroom in Kansas city with another guest: flamboyant singer songwriter Irish Mythen.
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This week The Young’uns present BBC radio 2 Folk Award nominees Josienne clarke and Ben Walker live from a hotel bedroom in Kansas City. They play us a couple of songs and chat about their music, dreams, neurosis, children’s TV, and we collaborate on a couple of operatic numbers.
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David has a dalliance with a lady of the night. But this does not alleviate his feelings of loneliness and emptiness, and so he desperately seeks companionship in a musical instrument repair shop. Michael underestimates the strength of the beer at Gainsborough folk club, resulting in a rather drunken performance. James Fagan provides aphrodisiac advice. We attempt to solve Britain’s homelessness situation. And we’ve music from and tributes to Ron Angel, a founding member of Stockton folk club, and one of the people who encouraged us to become The Young’uns. Plus, the return of the Folked-up Folk Song and clips from our gig at Butlins.
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The Young’uns Podcast returns in 2015 with a new weekly series.
This week: Sean has a bit of a thing for The Fisherman’s Friends, while David is spotted holding hands with Sam Pirt from the Hut People; we once again delve into the mind’s of the Young’uns as we divulge another of our dreams; The Young’uns very nearly ruin a wedding; it seems as if manners is everything when it comes to Polish audiences, although, Sean does manage to rankle one Polish lady who takes umbrage with his geography; there’s music from the Young’uns, plus the return of our quiz, the Folked-up Folk Song, as well as the Young’uns Podcast’s crown jewels, James Fagan’s Talking Bollocks.
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Yesterday, Mark Radcliffe announced on the BBC Radio 2 Folk Show that The Young’uns are one of the four nominations for best group in the 2015 BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards.
The ceremony will be held on April 22nd, which gives us a good couple of months to blackmail and sleep with the appropriate people. The awards will be aired live on BBC Radio 2. If we win we’ll have to do a speech, but don’t worry, I won’t use this occasion to try and tell my anecdote that failed twice at the King Gong.
Last year was a great year for us: we released a new album, did a session with Mark Radcliffe on BBC radio 2, played on stage with Billy Bragg at Glastonbury Festival, and on the main stage at Cambridge Folk Festival. But I think what really won us the award nomination was our innovative Podcast, featuring the jewel in the crown that is James Fagan’s Talking Bollocks. In fact, I think we really owe our award to James.
James returns next week, as we launch our new weekly series of Young’uns Podcasts, meaning you get to join us on our adventures in Kansas, Canada and beyond.
Back next week.