Thursday, August 15, 2013
The Village Pump, 2013
It's nice to see that we've made it to the coveted position of being halfway up the T shirt, too! I think the first year we played here we were on the bottom line, but we're gradually working our way up...
Our good luck in the weather department continues to hold - last year was sunny and mild, but this year upped the ante a bit by being alternately scorching hot and reminiscent of a Monsoon... didn't matter though, people just got on with it. Another fine thing about the Pump is the opportunity to meet up with so many old mates who we don't get to see anywhere else - our old Mandolin player Nige Lloyd was there with the lovely Shirl, and it was particularly good to meet up with Martyn Cooper, alias Professor Eek - he played banjo with us (very badly, he'll be the first to admit) back in the 90s, and was here in his new role as children's entertainer. His show was bloody great by the way, and anything that can manage to keep adults as well as my two (13 and 9) amused is a winner in my book. His one-man-band version of 'Ace of Spades' has to be heard to be believed...
The band on before us were a fantastic, and worryingly young, outfit called Rusty Shackle - they were on the bill with us at the late-lamented Pontardawe Festival a couple of times, and have evolved into a formidable high-energy Folk Rock outfit. They left the crowd in a very nicely warmed-up state indeed, which made our job a lot easier, cheers lads!
The extremely efficient soundcrew got us up and running in no time, and from the off we could tell this was going to be one of those 'special' gigs... the whole place was up and leaping around from the first song (including the inevitable Lycraman, of course), and it continued all the way till the last note at 2 a.m. One of guitarist Simon's friends tried to get in to see us, but was told by a security guy: "Sorry, I can't let anyone else in - there's too many people in there already, and they're all going crazy..."
Absolutely brilliant reaction, and we were all so soaked in sweat when we came off that it was all we could do to stop Chris stripping off in the dressing room. Well in fact, we only half succeeded... no pictures, luckily. Actually no pictures of the gig at all - does everyone who owns a decent camera go to bed at Midnight or something? Oh well - at least we have a recording of it, but as it was taken off one mike at the front of the stage, it's a bit ropey to say the least - still, it gives an idea of the atmosphere in the place... enjoy!