So it was a quietish night tonight at the Swan with many regulars not present. James Porter was quickly nominated MC, while Carol and Leon combined to do the blog.
It being close to the anniversary of John Lennon's murder, Leon opened with a couple of Lennon songs - In My Life followed by Beautiful Boy.
Another Silsden resident, Phil Greaves, then gave us his lively self penned historical rock song Charge of the Light Brigade which he followed with the traditional Johnny Come Marching Home.
The Topic's John Waller then sang us his own song - Italian Chapel, about Italian POWs who built a chapel on Orkney in WW2. He then followed this with his own instrumental interpretation of the classical piece Pachelbel's Canon.
Jeremy and Brian (aka JesterB) on next gave us a spooky murder song called Down in the Willow Garden, followed by the Everly Brothers classic Bye Bye Love - excellent stuff!
James Porter finished the first half for us with a brace of Joni Mitchell songs - Woodstock and River.
After a very brief beer and comfort break we cracked on with the second half in the same order. Leon opened with Bob Dylan song I Shall Be Released followed by Bill Withers Ain't No Sunshine. Phil then sang his own song No Justice followed by Woody Guthrie classic Rambling Man.
John then gave us a couple more of his own songs - Scout Scar , inspired by one of his favourite places in the Lake District, and Let Her Go (or should that be Letter Go ?)
Jester B again next with an absolutely cracking version of Neil Young's Long May You Run, followed by an equally cracking version of the Simon & Garfunkel classic The Boxer.
A tough act to follow but James was well up to it with his version of another Paul Simon song, Late in the Evening which went down rather well! He then ended the musical part of the evening with Kinks song Dead End Street (which one if us recalled used to be sung at a certain football ground in the 1960's in a slightly amended format - "What are we living for - to see Wednesday in Division 4").
Before departing a few of us remained and chatted for a while and put the world to rights regarding the trials and tribulations of running acoustic nights and folk clubs, and then it was off into the cold December night!