Folk: Two godfathers of fingerpicking

WIZZ JONES AND JOHN RENBOURN FAMOUS GROUSE HOUSE, EDINBURGH

Colin Harper
Tuesday 01 September 1998 23:02 BST
Comments

Your support helps us to tell the story

From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.

At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.

The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.

Your support makes all the difference.

KICKING OFF at the genteel hour of 7.15pm, this double header of "Sixties folk guitar legends" may not have been the most challenging of Edinburgh Fringe shows but it was unquestionably one that delivered the goods, and did so with the good-natured aplomb that comes with experience and that studied looseness of presentation unique to old-style folk performers. Here, no less, were two of its godfathers.

Best known, ignominiously, as a footnote in Rod Stewart biographies (they busked together long ago), Wizz Jones is in other ways a "Sixties success story. Co-founder of that era's folk-blues boom alongside the altogether more enigmatic, druggy genius Davy Graham, Jones pioneered a version of the hippy lifestyle, eschewing the sex and drugs aspects of those he influenced, and is consequently still fighting fit - in body, mind and musical quality.

Wringing every drop of emotion out of deceptively simple finger-style patterns with a spasmodic physicality that makes his entire guitar a tremolo unit, Jones's material reflected both his positive idealism, his delta blues influences and his family values - unpretentious but moving songs for his late father ("Burma Star") and teenage daughter ("Lucky The Man") were compelling and rang true.

Less of a songwriter or singer, much more of a technician than Jones, John Renbourn's own set was effortlessly accomplished. Perhaps surprisingly - given that his first solo album in 12 years, Traveller's Prayer, has just been released - it was a nostalgia-focussed set, with old Pentangle faves "Watch The Stars" and his tribute to seafaring folly, "Lord Franklin", rubbing shoulders with adaptations of piano jazz material from Randy Weston and Abdullah Ibrahim.

Renbourn's wry banter lived up to his post-Pentangle reputation as a bon viveur and wit, but he's been peddling similar concert sets for years, albeit with improvisation well to the fore. So it was particularly thrilling to see the largely unrehearsed duo set as a finale.

Archie Fisher's "Mountain Man", Bert Jansch's "Fresh As A Sweet Sunday Morning" and the poignant "National Seven" - a blues arrangement that Renbourn borrowed rather heavily from Jones, his old mentor, for his 1965 debut - gave Renbourn a rare opportunity to re-live his fluid, soaring lead guitar licks of yore and it went down a treat with the audience.

A clearly unscripted crack at Davy Graham's immortal "Angi" seemed an appropriate way to close a show that had balanced unashamed nostalgia with subtly reproven musical worth.

Join our commenting forum

Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies

Comments

Thank you for registering

Please refresh the page or navigate to another page on the site to be automatically logged inPlease refresh your browser to be logged in