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28 September 2009

After meticulously packing ourselves and our instruments into the renault espace we set off for the first date of our rural tour at the Wooton club, a small town hall in the middle of nowhere. We made good time, met our soundman dave and were ready to rock. During our sound check, which partly consists of an organised jumble of looped squeaks and bowed distorted bass, an elderly chap who was listening in asked if “we’d be playing any light popular classics” or “something we could all get into as most of the audience were octogenarians”. Righto.

As the audience filtered in we fast realised that he was’t jokeing about the demographic. So, trying to gear our set towards the age group, at least at the start, we kicked off with ‘pompidu’ a French sounding waltz we wrote busking in paris. As we finished a chorus of “lovelies” rippled back through the audience and i think gave us a freedompass for the rest of the set. As we moved on to the more challenging numbers like freejazz stomper dawn patrol, the audience still seemed very receptive. The deal was sealed in the second half and the wooton club charmed.

We ate dinner at Marys, she cooked shepards pie and colliflower cheese, well too. We had few glases of wine and went to bed satisfied, up for our next gig at wookey hole. On with the country living…