Not only is it Friday the 13th, but there's also a full moon. The Portsmouth Maritime Festival starts tomorrow, and a bunch of the performers came to our session tonight. Before things got too rowdy, I decided to do a the above song. I only learned it yesterday, and knew I was probably going to make mistakes.

Well it happened - halfway throught the first verse, I lost the words. A voice from another table quietly got me started again. I messed up one more time with the same result.

I'd said something earlier to Jeff Warner about the song - that I'd learned it from the radio and didn't have the name of the author handy, but he just had to hear it because it was a great song. When I got finished, Jeff, who'd been sitting next to my savior, came over. He squatted next to my chair, pointed at the man and said "that's your source." It was Danny McCleod, who's in both the Keelers and Salt of the Earth. (I think maybe Salt of the Earth was the group that recorded the song.) He was pleasantly surprised to hear the song in a pub in the US, and said he'd be sure to tell the author, Bob Watson. Said Bob would be tickled to hear his song had made it across the pond.

Oh, and the last purple word, in the line " Let my bones sink better___" should be "let my bones sink to the bottom."

All in all, a very weird and wonderful night!