Back to Baldock, this time to pick up the pianist. Remarkably easy drive to Kent for the first show, until we got close to the festival itself where they naturally closed every road possible to make it safer (given thousands attend) which made it tricky for musicians with drum kits etc.
Eventually got close enough and a bunch of stewards helped us carry our gear onto site. They didn't bother at the end of the gig, which is often the case with small festivals - when you've done your bit they certainly don't care as much.
The gig was lovely, though, really tight, good sound, appreciative audience and felt like a good festival vibe to it all with no cock-ups.
From that, over to the next bit of Kent for the next gig (we had to do two in a day to make it worthwhile financially). This one was a beer festival and was as rowdy as fuck. In a little marque at the back of a pub, totally rammed, Greg rightly dropped the 7-minute romantic ballad, replacing it with an unrehearsed cover of Sit Down by James instead, which they loved. We totally stormed it, I mean - we weren't as tight, but the energy was great and we ticked a box nicely whilst thinking on our feet.
Home before midnight, which considering the distance and the various warning lights on my car, was a bloody miracle.
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