Farnham Secret Garden Festival is quite secret. I can’t find it. This does not make me happy. I have been moving house and am really rather tired. It’s OK though, I’ve still got fifteen minutes…. More walking around. I’ve still got ten minutes….. five minutes to go, I’m still OK, I’m not late, and then I spot a promising looking white tent, and there are musicians in it. Phew….. Arrrgggh, the musicians (I use this term loosely) are Brassneck. Cue panic! I break into what can only be described as an incredibly feeble attempt at some slightly faster than average walking, and find that in fact there isn’t any panic at all. Ben’s guitar won’t work. I sort myself out, get on stage and Ben’s guitar still won’t work. He tries different leads, different tuners, someone else’s (extremely kindly leant) guitar, pretty much everything and the damn guitar still doesn’t work. I don’t have a pint and am temporarily distracted from the problem in hand by an overwhelming urge to ditch 'Brassneck' and re-hydrate myself at a bar somewhere, when suddenly Ben’s guitar works. Hooray! (Except the obvious; I don’t have time for bar hunting). Ben joins in the stage/tent, plugs into the DI box and his guitar won’t work. Time for more lead/tuner/guitar hitting/dreaming of beer…. George appears, removes the lead from the badly behaved guitar and reinserts it. It works. Apparently Ben’s guitar only works when George puts the lead it. Hmmm, this could be a problem, but for now we are good to go. We play a reasonable set, it all feels a little slow to me, but this could be due to the fact that the only thing standing between me and a beer is the set!
Lots of our usual friends are around, so once we finish and I get my beer we have some nice chats. I go home to pack more boxes and put more furniture in a van. I hope the rest of the world had a better bank holiday weekend that I did!!!
Kat.
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