Four gigs over three days. Over the hottest weekend of the year so far. If nothing else, it’s cheaper and more fun than joining a gym.
Friday was a return to Burton Borough School for one of their music and food evenings. Last time it was curry, this time hot dogs and burgers. The evening started off with their junior band (junior? They sound better than some experienced bands!), before their concert band took the stage. Well, most of them, anyway. Saxophonist and friend of ours, Phiz Jr, was returning from a trip to South Wales and arrived just in time to take her seat for the second number! We took the stage at 8:16 and played our little hearts out – we didn’t want to be outdone by some pesky kids. We were, however!
It was Saturday where things got a little silly. In August, we’ve been invited to play at the Great Dorset Steam Fair, alongside such artists as The Wurzels and Chas Hodges of Chas ‘n’ Dave. Tickets are available from www.GDSF.co.uk. In readiness for this, the promoters asked us to play at Clavstock, a small festival in the Shropshire village of Claverley, just East of Bridgnorth. We only had an hour’s set, so we went light, stripping our act back as far as practical… It’s not the instruments or amps, it’s the suitcases of ducks, soft toys and hats that filled the backstage area prior to us setting up. It was great fun playing on a full sized stage in the sunshine and the crowd seemed to love it (one audience member even e-mailing us as we played to book us for her wedding next year!).
As soon as we cleared the stage we were in the van heading to Shrewsbury to one of our favourite venues, The Telegraph. We normally play there on a Sunday afternoon, But Alan asked if we’d do a Saturday night. It’s a different crowd and a different feel to normal, but it was still a great night. The pub was rammed, the temperature was up and the ducks were flying.
Finally, to Sunday. The Bull’s Head in Whitchurch has recently been taken over by Erin and John and they got in touch via our contact page to see if we could play there. Sadly for them we could, so we headed there on a Sunday which seemed even warmer than the previous couple of days.
On arrival Erin asked if we’d like to set up in the corner of the bar or whether we’d prefer to play in the beer garden… No Brainer.
What an afternoon. I’m sure they had no idea what was coming, but the audience were just brilliant, with ducks flying aplenty. In a small change to the normal run of things, rather than being hit by a wet dog returning from the audience in Irish Rover, WeeMann emptied the bucket of water over himself to cool down mid-set. The benefits only lasted a few minutes before the heat of the sun dried him out, but it was a welcome and worthwhile few minutes.
We’ll be back later in the year. let’s just hope it’s still warm enough to do the same again.
This weekend we’re even busier. We’re off to Rummers and Brynrodyn Caravan Park on the Welsh Coast on Friday and Saturday, before returning to The Wrekin on Sunday afternoon, then onto Stone in Staffs for the evening. What doesn’t kill us will only make us stronger.
Or so they say.