Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
Having A Ball At Brora
by admin - 16:27 on 28 June 2015
After so many City Limits gigs in a cramped corner at Johnny Foxes it was a pleasure to play in a marquee at Brora last night where our stage occupied the width of one end and there was even enough headroom for me. Bliss.
It wouldn't be accurate to say that the citizens of Brora turned out in their droves for the Gala Queen dance but there were enough there for a good atmosphere and to fill the space at the front of the stage with action while the less musically inclined loitered at the far end where the bar was situated. Fortunately, the swallow that flew in and fluttered around for half an hour while we were setting up had found its way out again by then.
The organisers must have been happy with what we did, for we received a cash bonus – or maybe it was compensation for the insistent drunk who got in the way while we packed up, amazed that we could lift the amps and confident he could get us a gig every weekend.
The financial windfall must have got Mike over-excited – it would explain the motoring joy de vivre that left a scrape down the side of the band van when he exited the park where the marquee was sited too close to its gate. Damage was slight, except to his ego.
He'll have more opportunity to wreck the van over the next two months, for we've three gigs in each of them; there are also a couple of Strays gigs, if the latest is confirmed, all of which will play havoc with my sleep patterns. Dawn was almost upon us when I got home at 3am.
If you wish to know more about the rock and roll life, you'll find it in my Kindle bestseller, The Gift, in which a band plays a small but significant part. Yes, a shameless plug, but no-one else will do it for me.
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