I have head hair I can sit on (just) but nothing on earth would induce me to wear a miniskirt or hotpants...

My first introduction to Pete Coe, when he sang an amazingly haunting song that finished with him singing into the back of his banjo to get a hair-raising echo... there was complete silence for a good 10 seconds after it, it was stunning.

If festivals count...

Watching Nic Jones attend his first festival after the accident... I knew nothing of his work beforehand, and didn't fully understand the look of incredulity and joy and happiness that he got when he remembered the words to a chorus song. It was like he'd found a lost child, which, I now realise, is more or less, what it was.

Eric Bogle and someone else singing together at one of the northern festivals (CRS has struck, can remember neither festival nor other person!)... They did 'The Gift of Years' and it blew me away. In a crowded hall that 10 minutes earlier had been a roaring hellhole of shrieking laughter (Incredible String Band), you could have heard an ant fart.

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