The Odd House – Snarestone (Pete & Theresa’s Wedding
Exhausted from the George gig the night before we all turned up at the Odd House with camping gear in tow. Taking advantage of the empty function room we set up on the impressive temporary dance floor which had twinkly lights built in. Bit of a problem with the backdrop as we had no fixing points on the wall, but with a bit of ingenuity and a serious amount of duck tape we resolved the situation and created a masterpiece of a mainsail banner propped up on a spare light stand.
We were using our Dep on Bass, Ben who had stepped in at the last minute to cover Glenn’s holiday, thanks again Ben, a great performance and we couldn’t see the join. Also thanks should go to Chris Deuchar who also offered to help and came down to auditions on a couple of occasions.
After a successful sound check we grabbed a couple of drinks and retired to the camping field to embark on our version of it’s a knockout, all erecting our tents together (thanks John for lending Steve your spare tent and sorry about the pillow renting gag), of course with the usual comical banter that goes with such occasions.
We got back to rockin’ at 9.30 by which time the crowd had grown and were eagerly awaiting being entertained, but not before digging into the grub put on by the wedding couple. The first set went a storm, especially now that Mick had brought along an extra smoke machine, the theory being that they would waft smoke onto the stage from either side, meeting in the middle for greater effect. It worked too, on occasion resembling something like those traditional London smogs you used to hear about.
Notwithstanding losing 2 strings during the performance, we delivered our normal driving rock which went down well with the wedding guests and when we delivered Sandman (especially included into the set by request) Pete and Theresa were thrilled and even risked a sweaty hug with Steve in appreciation.
After the encores and final call you can appreciate we were all looking forward to a nice cool pint or two to set the evening off, especially as none of us were driving and we were camping out. Cheers Mark mine’s a pint! What! The bar’s closed! You cannot be serious! It’s true, no matter how much we pleaded and begged there were no more drinks to be had. Needless to say we were a bit disappointed but in any case stayed up chatting to the early hours about band songs, life stories and job frustrations sharing the odd tin of cider discovered from the depths of Mark’s emergency backup reserve.
A great gig though and we can all rest for a couple of days before we hit the road again at the Millhouse in Stretton this coming Saturday.
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