ANSWERS Sep-Oct II
11/14/2007 (updated 11/14/2007)
Did I see Teddy perform with Richard in Northern California (San Francisco or north) in the last three years?
I don’t think so. If we did, it obviously wasn’t very memorable.
Alex Macdonald wrote:
I am told that the Scottish side of Richards family came from the Hebrides - or Western Isles of Scotland as they are now called. Is this true? And if so, where?
My grandmother was a weaver on the Isle of Skye. I don’t know quite how she ended up in Dumfries with my grandfather.
Simon Champion wrote:
Question for Richard... does he remember an old friend - Ian Camlett - singing "You really got Me" by the Kinks while him and High Cornwell played guitars somewhere in Highgate? Long long time ago... William Ellis days! Ian is a mate of mine from Oz now...
I don’t remember the incident in question, but of course I remember Ian Camlett; not only was he a superb ‘class clown’ who made our days of incarceration a little sweeter, but he was also one of the handful of boys in my class really passionate about music, with whom one would discuss the new releases, or last night’s Ready Steady Go. Please pass on my best…
Could you tell me the tuning and capo position for Honky Tonk Blues and Gonna Need somebody? I have been watching footage of them, but I can quite get the tuning(I haven't been playing guitar very long, almost a year now) so please forgive my ignorance.
As far as I remember, and it’s been a while since I played either of these, HTB is tuned open G, DGDGBD, and YGNS is standard, both in open positions.
I've noticed that a lot of your songs have the lyrics listed on your site but I can't see them for Bonnie St Johnstone. As it doesn't really appear elsewhere on the 'net and I'm having problems interpreting them from my version, could you put them on the site please?
Cheers, Pete Frederick
Bonnie St. Johnstone
Trad. Arr. R. Thompson
Leaned her back against an oak Edinburgh, Edinburgh
Leaned her back against an oak, Stirling for ay
Leaned her back against an oak, first it bent and then it broke
And Bonny St. Johnstone lies fair upon Tay
Leaned her back against a thorn
Two bonniest babes that e’er were born
She took out her milk-white breast
And bid them suck, though it was the last
She took out her little knife
And stabbed away their tender life
Washed the knife all in a brook
The more she washed, the redder it looked
She looks over her father’s wall
And sees two babes a-playing at ball
O babes, if you were mine
I’d dress you in the silk so fine
Mother, when we were thine
Around our necks you pulled the twine
Now we’re in the heaven so high
And in hell fires you shall die