Welcome to this, our most recent venture online.
All things must start somewhere and the top of the page is always good. Our travels in England this year have been alternating between restful times with lots of prep work and mad driving binges followed by bouncing around on stage.
Cambridge Folk Club two nights ago was a hoot, but we were quite surprised at how tired we were. A small crowd but a lovely club. In their temporary home at the Romsey Labour Club (a couple of grumpy punters made it along to the wrong venue, but raced across town in time for the show).
Yesterday morning we were out of bed and zombying around at 6.45am (I'm sure there's some sort of law prohibiting musicians from operating at that sort of hour) and we were on the road at 7.30 to drive up to Bradford. They hold a multicultural festival there called the Mela. A huge celebration, mostly of Asian culture. They include a kids venue called Destination Earth, where the children are designated as aliens, and take their passports around to the international pavilions where there are shows and displays. The Australian story-teller had pulled out, so of course the call went out for cloudstreet. It has been some years since I have been called upon to make a lagerphone. The kids were a hoot, and the feedback staff told us that by the end of the day, we were neck-and-neck with the Zulu dancers - they were sexy, but we were fun.
Very tired by the end of the day and just one episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer before bed.
Have to be up early tomorrow to try to be much sexier.
The journey continues,