Back from the gig. 24 hours to travel 160 miles. The gig was fun though I missed the first 30 minutes because I got stuck in the most horrendous traffic jam in Glasgow - then got lost. Finally got the gig just in time to see Thea Gilmore do her stuff. Hurrah!
After the gig we spent 3 hours at the Festival Club watching a succession of people sitting on stage with guitars of various shapes and sizes going plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - (key change) - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky -plinky, alternating with girls standing up with various sized flutes going tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - (key change) - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle. Sometimes they did it very fast and people cried "Yeee-ip!". A large American with a beard sang about a mining disaster, a bunch of Swedish teenagers did World Music (World Music may recover from the beating it received - though the accordian player was pretty) and the BBC Radio Scotland Young Traditional Musician of the Year pointed her impressive chest at us and sang something sad in Gaelic for a long time.
Jamie seemed to enjoy it, though he was disapointed that there were no bagpipes.
I guess I just don't get folk music but at least it was mostly accoustic which meant I was spared the mournful echo-laden drivel I was ranting on about the other day, and it was mostly Scottish Irish, it wasn't English Folk music which is even worse; adenoidal whining about long-forgotten injustices narrated, as it turns out in the last verse, by a dead person with no attempt at a rhyming scheme-o.
I would like to report that a group of singers with asthma got up and performed some gasple music but they didn't, so I can't.
After the gig we spent 3 hours at the Festival Club watching a succession of people sitting on stage with guitars of various shapes and sizes going plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - (key change) - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky - plinky -plinky, alternating with girls standing up with various sized flutes going tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - (key change) - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle - tootle. Sometimes they did it very fast and people cried "Yeee-ip!". A large American with a beard sang about a mining disaster, a bunch of Swedish teenagers did World Music (World Music may recover from the beating it received - though the accordian player was pretty) and the BBC Radio Scotland Young Traditional Musician of the Year pointed her impressive chest at us and sang something sad in Gaelic for a long time.
Jamie seemed to enjoy it, though he was disapointed that there were no bagpipes.
I guess I just don't get folk music but at least it was mostly accoustic which meant I was spared the mournful echo-laden drivel I was ranting on about the other day, and it was mostly Scottish Irish, it wasn't English Folk music which is even worse; adenoidal whining about long-forgotten injustices narrated, as it turns out in the last verse, by a dead person with no attempt at a rhyming scheme-o.
I would like to report that a group of singers with asthma got up and performed some gasple music but they didn't, so I can't.
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