We arrived at Branscombe at about 1pm on Saturday, indulging in a small scale police escort down the country lanes to prevent us from driving over any of the public. That wouldn't be good for PR!
The marquee where the bands would play had been given a starry sky... it looked rather amazing! And to my delight, the bar was stocked up with Bays Gold. Lots of it! Yay!
The Funking Barstewards were setting up and soundchecking (and they have A LOT of stuff!) so we had a bit of a wait before we could get our gear on stage so we went for a wander to look at planes.
Paul and I lost interest almost immediately whilst John was quietly intrigued and Rob was just downright giddy with excitement! His mate Zac had a plane there and was offering to take us up as passengers. I do believe Mr Hoover banned any of us from going up in it pre-gig! He was worrying that we'd all break ourselves! Bless!
After we had soundchecked, the majority of the planes had left and so Zac pointed us to a spot just off the runway where we could camp which was nice and close to the hanger where we were playing. Tents were put together and the customary tin of beer was opened.
FGC, a female fronted band from Kingston upon Thames, were the first band to play. I was rather taken by their version of "No Woman No Cry".
Running time had slipped a bit so we made an effort to be as quick as possible getting ready when FGC finished playing. Credit to the band and the sound engineers... we clawed back the time that the stage was running late. Yay!
We blasted through 18 songs in an hour with a great reception from the audience. It was 70s (both in music and fancy dress - some of the outfits in the audience were totally brilliant!) night so we stuck to the classics despite cries for Rancid. It was great to have a big stage to run around on again :-)
David, the owner of the airfield, was delighted with our performance and gave us a pile of beer tokens as we came off stage. Oh... alright then, go on!
And so the silliness began! For what I think is the first time in the history of the band, all five Reoffenders got hammered. It's not big or clever though, we're utterly ashamed! But it was lovely to have played a good gig, made the booker a happy bunny and be camping over so no-one had to drive. And we all had a bit of a boogie to the Funking Barstewards. Photos of our gig and the stupidity afterwards can be found on facebook.
The marquee where the bands would play had been given a starry sky... it looked rather amazing! And to my delight, the bar was stocked up with Bays Gold. Lots of it! Yay!The Funking Barstewards were setting up and soundchecking (and they have A LOT of stuff!) so we had a bit of a wait before we could get our gear on stage so we went for a wander to look at planes.
Paul and I lost interest almost immediately whilst John was quietly intrigued and Rob was just downright giddy with excitement! His mate Zac had a plane there and was offering to take us up as passengers. I do believe Mr Hoover banned any of us from going up in it pre-gig! He was worrying that we'd all break ourselves! Bless!
After we had soundchecked, the majority of the planes had left and so Zac pointed us to a spot just off the runway where we could camp which was nice and close to the hanger where we were playing. Tents were put together and the customary tin of beer was opened.
FGC, a female fronted band from Kingston upon Thames, were the first band to play. I was rather taken by their version of "No Woman No Cry".
Running time had slipped a bit so we made an effort to be as quick as possible getting ready when FGC finished playing. Credit to the band and the sound engineers... we clawed back the time that the stage was running late. Yay!
We blasted through 18 songs in an hour with a great reception from the audience. It was 70s (both in music and fancy dress - some of the outfits in the audience were totally brilliant!) night so we stuck to the classics despite cries for Rancid. It was great to have a big stage to run around on again :-)David, the owner of the airfield, was delighted with our performance and gave us a pile of beer tokens as we came off stage. Oh... alright then, go on!
And so the silliness began! For what I think is the first time in the history of the band, all five Reoffenders got hammered. It's not big or clever though, we're utterly ashamed! But it was lovely to have played a good gig, made the booker a happy bunny and be camping over so no-one had to drive. And we all had a bit of a boogie to the Funking Barstewards. Photos of our gig and the stupidity afterwards can be found on facebook.
posted by Heather at 11:08 pm
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1 Comments:
Brilliant gig at Branksome. Never seen you before and didn't even know you were playing. Not a big disco fan, so to have you there absolutely made my night. Great set, sore throat the next morning, after screaming along to some old favourites and some excellent adaptations!............Can't wait to do it all again in Shaldon on the 8th!!!
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5:57 pm, July 28, 2009
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Brilliant gig at Branksome. Never seen you before and didn't even know you were playing. Not a big disco fan, so to have you there absolutely made my night. Great set, sore throat the next morning, after screaming along to some old favourites and some excellent adaptations!............Can't wait to do it all again in Shaldon on the 8th!!!
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