During my formative years, I generally listened to trance and trip hop. It was a bit of a revelation to be (re)introduced to folk music in my mid-twenties.There’s something about the rawness and purity of the sound and the lyrics that I love.
This picture was taken at the Cadgwith Cove Inn during our recent trip to Cornwall for my cousin’s wedding. The pub holds a lot of history for my family: my mum’s parents used to run it, and it’s been the heart of the community for as long as I can remember. This was the first time we’d actually made it down for their famous folk night though. It was rammed with locals and tourists, and at its core was a group of people making music together, laughing and loving life. Arthur was in the sling, nodding his head and tapping his feet. It was way past his bedtime but it was definitely worth it.
Because there’s something very special about watching and listening to people making music for music’s sake, connecting with a community of listeners who in that moment are all there for the same reason, tapping into a sense of satisfaction and pleasure that is as old as time. F is for folk.
Joining in with The Alphabet Photography Project over at PODcast.