Oysterband Big Session
Jun. 20th, 2005 04:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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flickgc's journal, but it occurred to me that there were others of you who'd want to see it. Sure I'll be doing something on my 'proper blog' in a bit, but that will probably be a bit more focused on the music.
Summary: Gosh, that was good.
Weather: it's odd, you know, whenever it's not sunny you wish it was sunny, and when it is sunny you keel over from heatstroke. It was glorious, but I keeled over from heatstroke.
Pints beer drunk: oh, I dunno, more than the 'average' 5 pints per person, to be sure.
Seamless trousers purchased: nil, but they *are* impressive (on Flick).
Weight lost: lots, all sweat.
Ceilidh: oh yeah.
Occasions swooning at JJ: lots, for all that he's old enough to be my dad. I did manage to not do the gushing fangirl thing this time, though later it occurred to me I might have managed to get a better icon.
Better than expected acts: Justin Sullivan, who was *fantastic*; Whapweasel, who are sort of ceilidh band as reinterpreted by Madness and are totally fucking insane. 'Big Session House Band' -- ie oysters + eliza carthy + ratcatchers + benji kirkpatrick + seth lakeman on Friday night -- jolly good and doing the sort of informal 'session' that I think they were hoping would happen most of the weekend. So of course I wasn't taping.
Worse than expected acts: er, none really. Nick Harper was a bit lackluster, exactly as expected.
Brilliant just as expected: Oysters, who did 2 1/4 hours Saturday and another half hour or so finishing up on Sunday; my tapes of the Oysters lasted us all the way home in the car.
Should never, ever have allowed JJ to talk him into it: Chopper -- "this is my first ever solo gig". He's the cellist/bass player.
Stop me if you've heard this before: "The hall told us we'd sell about 10 barrels of beer with this many people. [pause]. So we got in 36, with a hold on a further 10. We've now sold 80, and we can't lay our hands on any more that we can get settled for tomorrow lunchtime, so that's that."
flickgc's journal, but it occurred to me that there were others of you who'd want to see it. Sure I'll be doing something on my 'proper blog' in a bit, but that will probably be a bit more focused on the music.Summary: Gosh, that was good.
Weather: it's odd, you know, whenever it's not sunny you wish it was sunny, and when it is sunny you keel over from heatstroke. It was glorious, but I keeled over from heatstroke.
Pints beer drunk: oh, I dunno, more than the 'average' 5 pints per person, to be sure.
Seamless trousers purchased: nil, but they *are* impressive (on Flick).
Weight lost: lots, all sweat.
Ceilidh: oh yeah.
Occasions swooning at JJ: lots, for all that he's old enough to be my dad. I did manage to not do the gushing fangirl thing this time, though later it occurred to me I might have managed to get a better icon.
Better than expected acts: Justin Sullivan, who was *fantastic*; Whapweasel, who are sort of ceilidh band as reinterpreted by Madness and are totally fucking insane. 'Big Session House Band' -- ie oysters + eliza carthy + ratcatchers + benji kirkpatrick + seth lakeman on Friday night -- jolly good and doing the sort of informal 'session' that I think they were hoping would happen most of the weekend. So of course I wasn't taping.
Worse than expected acts: er, none really. Nick Harper was a bit lackluster, exactly as expected.
Brilliant just as expected: Oysters, who did 2 1/4 hours Saturday and another half hour or so finishing up on Sunday; my tapes of the Oysters lasted us all the way home in the car.
Should never, ever have allowed JJ to talk him into it: Chopper -- "this is my first ever solo gig". He's the cellist/bass player.
Stop me if you've heard this before: "The hall told us we'd sell about 10 barrels of beer with this many people. [pause]. So we got in 36, with a hold on a further 10. We've now sold 80, and we can't lay our hands on any more that we can get settled for tomorrow lunchtime, so that's that."
