Support tonight was from a lovely gent name of Madi Stimpson, who plays astonishingly accomplished guitar, varying from jigs and reels (hard enough to pull off on a fiddle, but on a guitar, really something) to full-on Gypsy Jazz stuff that has the guitarists in the audience scratching their heads and wondering why this guy isn't playing bigger gigs... he's ably assisted by Paris Moon on bass - apparently this is one of her first gigs - she's very young, and very nervous, but she played incredibly well, and as I said to her afterwards, if you're playing that well after only a couple of years, the sky really is the limit. She's already got the hang of playing with fingers rather than a pick, which I long ago decided was beyond me, and I've been doing this for 30 odd years...
T'was lovely to see a load of old mates turn up, plus a lot of family, including one of Chris's daughters and one of Ruth's as well (if we're still doing this in a decade's time, I hope my boys will come and see us as well - take note, lads, if you're reading this in 2024... )
A great gig for us, anyway - people leaping about and sending mike-stands flying after the first song, and it went even better after that - big shout-out to the sound man Simon at Mr Wolfs, who really does know his PA rig, and how to deal with bands as well - it shouldn't need saying, but at some venues we've done in the past, the band gets treated as second class Citizens who interrupt the smooth running of the place; Mr Wolfs doesn't make that mistake.
Looking forward to going back, if you'll excuse the possible oxymoron...
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