John Nye  

John Nye

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Nye family, by Amelia
The family, by Amelia, November 1999
some pen to paper ... and a warm chord or two

Potentially, I could have my work cut out with this page, although it's nice to have an outlet and quite satisfying putting things up this way. It must be the journalist in me. A flickering flame...

Well you have to find something to do when you retire.

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Breathe (2012)

So Slow (2013)

It Goes Like This (2013)

St Loy's Lament (2015)



John Nye and Steve Beer, April to August, 1994. Steve and I would get together every Wednesday to play. We did this for years - for more than 10 years, I think. I'm still wading through the tapes, dozens of them. Oh, how we suffered for our art - now it's your turn!

Sad Clothes and Gestures Instr (Nye, Beer)

Sad Clothes and Gestures (Nye)

Farewell To You Baby (Carl Martin) [No Matter How She Done It (Tampa Red)] [arr Nye, Beer] This song came about because I opened a blues guitar book and used the lyrics of the song on the left-hand page for the verse and the lyrics of the song on the right-hand page for the chorus. Everything about this song was improvised. We only played it once.

Shake It [Wherever It Is] Instr (Nye, Beer)

Hand In Hand Instr (Nye, Beer)

Gilraen (Nye) - recorded at Geoff's [Hi Geoff!], I think. That's him tinkering away in the background towards the end.



writings, etc.TCBDS poster 137

TCBDS meetings The Cambridge Bob Dylan Society website, complete with dates and details of Bobchat meetings.

TCBDS archive The Cambridge Bob Dylan Society archive - stories in the press plus the TCBDS timeline, and links to current and old TCBDS posters and newsletters.

Acres' Acre, chapter one Acres' Acre is a story I started writing back in the late '70s. I was a journalist then and it was an amazing diversion from my day to day slog. Finishing the first chapter was a particular milestone, I remember. Every day at work I was writing articles on demand, to length and on a predetermined subject, and to come home and just let my mind wander was amazingly uplifting. The first chapter just happened in one sitting, and felt complete. Following chapters came slowly, and then I moved to Cambridge and haven't taken it out of the box since... until now. I have a lot of work to do on it, but it's nice to have a project - on top of all the others I've set myself! The initial spark for the story was the Middle English poem 'Dame Siriz and the Weeping Bitch' http://www.rovart.com/en/archiv.php?id=1829.