Well I have been trying to organise a Morris Dancing meet/getaway for bloody ages now! Like, totally bloody ages! Eugh! It makes me sick sometimes. Sick to think of how hard it is to just find some Morris Dancing these days. Sick of people people misunderstanding us because they want to misunderstand us. Sick of having to justify practices that have been common and traditional in this country for hundreds of years. Sick of not being able to do everything I want. Sick of bakers having to bake cakes they don’t want to bake. And most of all, I’m sick of having salmonella.
Bloody Salmonella! I’m sick of it! And because of it! Any whoo, I really think a summer Morris Meet is a great idea and I’ve been scouting locations. I had a look at Scotland but to far away, had a look at Cornwall but too separatist, had a look at London but too controversial. So what about Yorkshire? There’s a place on the age of the Forest Of Bowland that looks pretty and great. And they have the famous Bowland Static Caravans that we could all stay in.
We can stay in them, we can cook in them, we can clean them, we can eat inside them, we can sit outside them, we can morris dance all around them! It’ll be the greatest AND the best don’t you know yes you do. And then, at the end of all of that happening, we can probably dance some bloody more morris actually ha HA!
Sometimes I feel that footballers become burdened with the amount of money that is thrown at them. For instance:
All they really wanted to do was play football all the time, and yeah be rich and successful and stuff, maybe even famous. Some of them revel in all the stuff that their abilities have brought, some of them role in the money and get famous girlfriends and head out into town covered in diamonds. But with some of them you get the sense that they are most comfortable in the environment in which they excel (training, playing, being a football person) but really are uncomfortable in the world that their sucsess has made for them outside of there. All the things that have attached themselves to him, the money loving wife, the money and the need to spend it. Look at Robbie Keane: he could afford any clothes in the world, but he doesn’t know how to be more interesting than those clothes, he doesn’t want to be more interesting than those clothes, he has no desire or need too. But all this money, it demands to be spent, but he just has an interesting ceiling he can’t get through. Basically he could afford all the clothes he wants and everything he actually cares about with about about $50,000 a week less than he currently earns ($53,000 a week).
What did young Robbie Keane want? He’s shown incredible desire throughout his career. He scored twice on his debut for Wolverhampton Wolves at age 17. He was their top scorer the next season then set off to try to find a footballing home, breaking transfer records as he went. He found a home at Tottenham for 6 years, endearing himself to the fans their with his goal scoring prowess and tireless dedication. He kept going when he briefly went to Liverpool then headed back. He’s been to a lot of different places since then and just kept working and working, playing and scoring. He is the 13th most successful goal scorer in premier league history. It ain’t for the money. He’s doing very well in the US where he earned more than Thierry Henry whilst he was there for gods sake, and football is doing very well there too. So why can’t morris dancing? We’ve been in touch with Campus Solutions Inc: College Marketing to see if we can’t get some Morris Dancing on college campuses across the USA. This is the big plan!
Morris Dancing has a long and proud tradition. The recorded history of Morris Dancing in this country stretches back to 1448 when Goldsmiths Company in London are recorded as having paid seven shillings to a group of Morris Dancers for some sort of performance. At many points since then Morris Dancing has completely fallen from style, only to return at some point when the time was right. It could only return, however, because some people somewhere preserved it. Preserved its practices, its techniques and its meaning. The industrial revolution, for instance, brought an abrupt end to much of the Morris Dancing up and down this land. There are four teams who claim to have a continuous linage since before the Industrial Revolution with many of these teams being kept going through the social changes of that period by one particularly dedicated family.
The Abingdon clan, for instance, were kept going by the solitary Hemmings family. The time we are at now is an interesting one for Morris Dancing. Yes, we live at a time when the young are particularly enamoured with a sense of modernity, where ideas of relevance are horribly fleeting and consumed by temporal vicinity, but Morris Dancing still has a dedicated following and has made some inroads onto the younger population as of late.
But, whatever the current cultural weather, what matter is that the people who truly care keep Morris going. So we are having a meet next week at, of all places, Manchester Airport! We’re going to head out and Morris Dance at Manchester Airport. Dancers will be driving from around the country to park up and show their skills. Just think of the people from all around the world who will see us dance. For all those who are driving you can get refundable parking at all of the Manchester Airport car parks.
It’s going to be a special dance and we hope as many of you as possible can come.
(ed: dance postponed, more news to follow)
Often, when we are out dancing our Morris on small high street of local towns, at beautiful summer fêtes in local villages, at foot markets and at all other kinds of great events, people come up to me and ask me ‘Why is that man got those f**king bells on his legs? They are very annoying! And why are they hitting those sticks together? And is this really dancing?
Isn’t this maybe at very least the furthest thing from the core of dancing possible? As in: if you were someone with absolutely no natural aptitude for dancing (no rhythm, no dexterity, no physical fitness, no flair, no talent for performance, no flexibility, no passion) then this would be the form of ‘dancing’ for you? Also, you do realise this very, very, very boring to watch and really is quite selfish, as it is only you who gets anything out of this? And what you get out of it relies on the annoyance of many, many other people? And doesn’t that make you feel stupid and pointless and sh*t? And isn’t it just boring? So, in summary: why Morris Dancing?’
Look at that picture above: Doesn’t that look nice? Don’t they look happy? That’s what it’s all about (no, not just drinking!) what it’s all about is having a community, having a hobby, having some friends.
Now there’s nothing sad about that!