One of the difficulties in open air Renaissance Faire performance is that the players can often be heard quite a distance. This can be an impossible situation if you're, say, a harper trying to busk in the same county as a bag piper.
The Pearwood Pipers joined all of the madrigal singers at Shrewsbury on the main stage for a giant madrigal-fest. There's nothing quite like singing bass in the company of seven or so other accomplished bass singers.
However, several rounds of fa-la-la-la-la-ing later, the belly dancer dumbec ensemble fired up.
Let's just say Fair Philomena loses out to Fatima.
So as we prepared to sing Strike It Up Tabor, I said, "Hey, can't we sing this to the time of the belly dancers?"
And, uh, I just happened to have a tambour in my hand.
So the next thing I knew, I was shimmying in the center of the World's Fastest Rendition of Thomas Weelkes' little song.
In retrospect, I'm pretty sure that Thomas Weelkes was not born in the wagon of a traveling show. Which is too bad.