I was
invited to play a small village hall on the outskirts of Carlisle, (UK) called
Cumwhitton. The hall reminded me of my early music days of practising on stage
no bigger than a postage stamp, tripping over wires and microphone stands.
Tables were lay out and the hall could take 90 people (in fact there was well
over 100), as people arrived it was clear there would be a lot more and they
brought their own drink it was going to be lively.
Three
school girls opened the performances by playing in a group singing songs and
one was playing drums. The other school children who had meant to perform
backed out as the school and Health and Safety imposed a lot of rules and
regulations, insurance and other stupid laws (shame on them) and I guess the
parents did not let them come, how stupid and pathetic can they be? Other
singers had good voices, one 15 year old girl sang wonderfully.
There was a
poetry reading, songs, solo guitarist, bands, and a Compare who had a more of
her body out of her dress than in it. Good audience participation, jokes,
moving recitals, and I did my performance on the Northumbrian Small Pipes. The
tunes were: Mallorca/Wards Brae; Ye Banks and Braes of Bonny Doon/Believe me If
All Those Endearing Young Charms/Bonny Lad; they were well recieved with the audience keeping time by banging on the tables.
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