Saturday, 1 April 2017

April clouds

I really dig clouds.

Thursday, 30 March 2017

Spring cleaning

They've been doing some land management work along Red Rise Brook, clearing invasive shrubs and trees, opening up vistas and reconnecting areas. It's easy to see the forest as natural landscape, and forget that all it's constituent parts, heath, wood, lawns, are all the consequence of a constant cycle of management, and far from natural. That said, I love it.

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Tags

Bonnie, Ben, Jack and Molly, shiny discs, nailed to a birch in Red Rise Shade. What's the story there, I wonder?

Sunday, 26 March 2017

Blackthorn

All along Mill Lawn Brook the Blackthorn are coming into flower.

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

And so it begins!

As is my way, I've left it late to start up the lotty. I make the same excuses every year. Most of the seasoned holders are up there all year doing something or other, March to Octobers my season, though adopting that maintenance regime does mean some tough work to get it back in shape.

Saturday, 18 March 2017

Misty Moor

Dartmoor touches me like no other landscape I know, in any season, in any weather, the magic is so tangible, the landscape crackles with energy.  There's just something about the place. Maybe it's primal aspects of the rugged landscape with its exposed moors, high tors and deeply wooded river valleys, often cloaked in mists. Maybe its that where ever you walk, you walk in the footsteps of the moors past inhabitants, like an archaeological onion the moor has layer upon layer of history. Low cloud and swirling mist, heavy with moisture, shrouded the Moor today, and as damp as that was, it couldn't dampen our spirits or our desire to explore. First to Merrivale, a complexed landscape of natural rocks and human activity and occupation, of isolated Bronze Age stones settings, rows, kists, circles and menhirs. Constructed during a very different climatic period of drier warmer days and clear sky nights, their current isolated setting in a deteriorating climate lends them an additional air of forlorn mystery. Then it was off to Wistman's Wood. Tucked into the side of the West Dart River valley, it's all that remains of a much more extensive woodland, remnant of our Atlantic rainforest. It's gnarled Oaks emerging from moss covered boulders have a fantasy air about them, home to mythical beasts and fairy folk. Below them the West Dart was in full flow, bubbling and splashing as it sought to escape the Moor.  Returning to the car we made our way across the Moor, stopping periodically to take in a site or a view, before our final stop at Hay Tor and its adjacent quarry.  We arrived at Hay Tor during a break in the clouds, bathed in warming sun, although by the time we reached the Tor the cloud had returned and with strong gusting winds which made any ascent of the Tor too treacherous to contemplate.  I love the Moor, I feel so connected to it, I felt it my first time there and that feeling has only grown over the years of visits and camps.

Friday, 17 March 2017

Totnes gig at Unit23, part 1: Invisible Opera Company of Tibet

Totnes on the River Dart, Devon's Glastonbury, they say, was our destination this evening for a night of musical entertainment at Unit23. Unit23 a great little venue well suited to the times, a unit on an industrial estate, it's well laid out, a good sized space with balconies/mezzanine on three sides, no frills, but well functional, with good sound too; a great place. At a time when small/medium town centre venues are being pushed out, places on the periphery are ideally suited to fill a need.  A need for live music. No neighbours to piss off, either.  We were here to catch Magic Bus and Gong, although when we arrived we discovered that that Gong family favourite, the Invisible Opera Company of Tibet had been added to the evening, and what a great way to start the evening. There's a nice funky punky rock vibe to the Invisible Opera Company of Tibet, they're a band which always keep it real.  A nice mix of tracks, a couple of old Here & Now/Gong numbers from the 'Floating Anarchy' period, one which was 'Stoned Innocent Frankenstein' which was interrupted by interference from guitarist Brian Zero's musical t shirt.  All the bands tracks have lyrics that have something to say, this is proper festy/protest music, it's got a DIY feel to it, and is performed with fashion and humour.  That not to suggest that it's amateur or anything, not at all, they're all great well seasoned musicians and performers.  Jackie Juno delivers her vocals with gusto, and both her and Catriona McTeabag, on backing vocals, give flamboyant expressive performances. Tracy Austin-tatious Loquacious, on drums, and Phil Whitehouse, on bass, effortlessly created a bouncy uplifting rhythm section. Whilst Julian Veasy put in a solid performance on keys and synth. All great musicians. Even though there's a punky element to the sound and performance, it's also warm and engaging. The band didn't do a very long set, though what they did do was quality, and was a great appetizer for what was to come. As I say, the Invisible Opera Company of Tibet's music and performance has a real old school free festy feel to it and it's lovely. And, hey, a bit of Tory cussing too. Can't be bad.


Totnes gig at Unit23, part 2: Magic Bus

Well, the Invisible Opera Company of Tibet had got our evening off to a great start. The place was now filling up with an interesting selection of the colourful and goodly folk of Totnes, ready for one of tonight’s headline acts, the fantastic, Magic Bus. We discovered Magic Bus a couple of years ago, and if you've stumbled across my past blog posts about them, then you'll know I dig the bands sound and the atmosphere of musical joy they create. Magic Bus are Viv Goodwin-Darke on flute and vocals; Paul Evans on guitar and vocals; Terence Waldstradt on guitar and vocals, Wihll Mellorz on bass, Mitch Pike on drums and of course Jay Darlington on all things key and twiddly; all are splendid musicians and masters of the craft. I always feel uncomfortable about 'they're like' statements, though do it all the time,  it's a useful descriptive tool. So, if you like that 70's Canterbury psychedelic prog sound, with a soupçon of West coast and a handful of mushrooms, you'll f*cking love Magic Bus, they're in that tradition, it's the organ/flute/harmonies combo thing. I really dig the fluty/organ sound combo, which create the ethereal stream of wistful magic which meanders through all the 'Bus's' tracks. Lovely! As expected tonight’s performance didn't disappoint, in fact from the get go tonight the band took their performance to new heights. Whenever we've seen them they've delivered great performances, tonight though they were cooking on gas. Maybe it's because Totnes is home territory, that the band appeared really relaxed, in a way we'd not seen them before. Maybe it's the addition of a heavier drummer (not in any way a criticism of previous drummer Connor, who is a top drummer and lovely chap), that the tracks seemed performed with added gusto. I don't know. Whatever the reason, there was a different energy this evening and a sense of freedom and joyful abandon in their performance. They kicked off with 'Sunflower', off of 'Transmissions from Sogmore's Garden'; a sunny afternoon under dappled sun type of a song, a beautiful track to create an uplifting atmosphere.  And, we were off on a magical bus journey. They played a nice mix of favourites from their previous two albums, and a good sprinkling of new songs from their forthcoming album too.  All took you smiling through worlds of psychedelic bliss.  Their new tracks have a jazzier flavour to them, still distinctively Magic Bus though; they certainly all sounded great. I'm definitely looking forward to their upcoming release, released in a month or so, on vinyl too! The jazzy sound made a complimentary addition to the bands more established psychedelic, folky, prog, rock sound. Paul mentioned the influence of Gong on them, that's no bad thing, I can think of worse things to be influenced by.  We all take influence, it's where those influences take our mind and creativity that's important. And Magic Bus have clearly created something of their very own, you know a Magic Bus track when you hear one. Every track was played to perfection. The best Magic Bus performance we'd seen, by a country mile, and I've thought every performance we'd seen has been bloody marvellous. Everybody was having a whale of a time, and the band looked like they were really enjoying it too, all smiles (it was the smiley-est I'd seen Jay, who usually looks quite studious), and that's what it's all about, everyone having a good time. Well, job done. A big thanks to the band, the venue and the inhabitants of Totnes who made for a memorable evening. I can't wait to see Magic Bus at the Avalon Weekender, nor wait for their latest waxing. Check Magic Bus out, or lose out, it's as simple as that.

Now, Gong!

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Rhinefields Sandys

Walking near Rhinefields Sandy's enclosure I noticed the gate was open, and couldn't resist going in. Rhinefields Sandy's was a place we used to enjoy walking, it's one of the places we walked our older children when they were young, it was the place our eldest said his first word, on a chilly winters day, with the winds swaying the coniferous canopy, he said 'tree'. Not too many years later the woodland was enclosed by 3m high deer fencing and the access gates locked, and so it has been for over fifteen years. I think they'd been doing some thinning out and forgotten to close up. Whatever the reason, I enjoyed the access. The main path remained quite clear, narrowed by encroaching growth, but clear. Whereas some of the other paths had all nut disappeared, like the one in the picture, which used to be a broad forestry track, though now is hardly recognizable. Nature will regain her dominance quickly if left to her own devices. It was nice to walk there again.

Monday, 13 March 2017

Cursus Barrow

It's been a while since I've walked over Martin Down, it's a stunning landscape. It's a landscape steeped in history too. The seasonal nakedness of the trees allows for a clearer look at some of downs oldest monuments, here a group of Neolithic Long Barrows which cluster around the north-eastern terminal end of Dorset Cursus. These would have been collective burial monuments, chambered bone houses, with the interned bones often sorted by type. There is evidence from some Long Barrows of the bones having been removed then returned.

Saturday, 11 March 2017

Last leg

Some trees are just tenacious in their determination to cling on to the very end! Nothing remains of the fallen upper portion of this tree, long returned to the earth. Yet, with only a small fraction of its original girth remaining this tree stands defiant to the last. You've got to respect such endurance, man.

Friday, 10 March 2017

The Neighbourhood Strange

A nice surprise to return home to after a damp walk under sullen skies. The latest 7'' waxing from Salisbury's premier psychedelic garage combo, The Neighbourhood Strange. A nice high grade cardboard sleeve with a colourfully tripped out cover houses a quality heavy weight vinyl. This second single is a double 'A' sider of glorious 60's infused psychedelia, and complements nicely their earlier release. Both tracks are organ heavy, guitar driven numbers with tight drumming, though both very different. The A side's 'let's get high' is quite a dancey number with a cellar club feel to it, great organ and jangly guitar give this track a really nice groovy feel to it, great vocals too. You can help but move to it. The AA side 'One last chance' has a slower feel to it, a lamenting number with an appropriately heavier feel to it, there's a heavier garage guitar sound on this one and some tidy drumming, again nice organ and vocals. Very happy with it. Thing is, listening to it just makes you want more, I want to hear what an album would sound like...bloody good I'd imagine. If not an album, at least an EP. Anyway, don't take my word buy a copy here

Thursday, 9 March 2017

Puddle

It may not be the most stable of nursery’s, not the most permanent and it's certainly susceptible to disturbance, possibly traumatic, but this puddle is home to this clutch of tadpoles. Tadpoles whose parents thought a puddle on a well used rangers track would be prime littlun raising territory. Still, they're resilient little buggers and have already survived the frosts and by the looks of the puddle, numerous boots, hooves and Land Rover tyres.  So, I sure they'll be okay.

Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Bratley Enclosure Bank

A mature Beech grows from the bank of Bratley Enclosure (1829). The known age of the enclosure gives a nice indicator of the trees age. It's also interesting to see how simple earthworks can remain prominent features of a landscape for hundreds of years, if not much much longer.

Monday, 6 March 2017

Young Turk

The Young Turks of the forest know the wheel turns and that their time is coming.

Sunday, 5 March 2017

Broken Britain

That's what's wrong with this country, nothing does what it's supposed to. 

Up above the streets and houses

The weather was interesting today. When the sun came out it was really lovely, illuminating the landscape as if spring had come calling, though this was only ever out fleetingly. Then before you knew it, the winds drove the clouds back obscuring the sun, bring with them rain and hail. Then there were the moments when it rained as the sun shone, a foxes riddle and a monkeys dance as my old mother used to say; I don't know why, she was a bit bonkers. At these moments of weather transition rainbows formed. I was looking at one such rainbow over Ober Water towards Rhinefields Sandy's when I noticed that the rainbow passed in front of the trees of the enclosure, and by shifting my position slightly I could see where the ends touched down. I don't remember ever seeing a rainbow like that before; I got quiet excited. I also made a note of where the ends of the rainbow were, just in case.

Saturday, 4 March 2017

Daffs

It's nice to see the life and colour returning to the forest. A solitary clump of Daffodils (one of the Narcissus genus, though I don't know which one) stood out as they shone in the morning sun.  I couldn't tell if they were a wild or cultivated variety, the petals were lighter than the flower (though not much) and they were quite small which would suggest a wild form. Though from their position at the confluence of two small streams where they become Mill Lawn Brook and them being the only specimens in the vicinity, I imagine they were placed there with purpose. The forest was good walking this morning.

Friday, 3 March 2017

The Greek Theatre 'Broken Circle'

I came across 'The Greek Theatre' through Mega Dodo Records and what a stroke of luck, because I found a gem of an album. At the core of The Greek Theatre are song writers Sven Froberg and Fredrik Persson hailing from Stockholm Sweden, they along with supporting musicians have created a fantastic softer folky end of the spectrum psychedelic joy...'Broken Circle'. Every track on Broken Circle is perfect, filled with interesting nooks and crannies for your ears and mind to explore. The duo are clearly influenced by the late 60's, with a good helping of the early 70's, that doesn't mean the sound's dated, it isn't. There's a real contemporary feel to it especially the vocals, although when the harmonies kick in your clearly leaning towards late 60's west coast, which is no more evident than on Ruby-Khon, a short plinky plonky guitar number with delicate out there vocals. My favourite track on Broken Circle is 'Paper Moon' an upbeat yet dreamy track with soft psychedelic pop flavours. There are heavier number too, well, not still not that heavy, overall it's an upbeat, though mellow album.  It should be a massive hit with folk who dig this end of psychedelia (that's me that is, and it is), that said, take this back to 1970 and I'm certain people would go wild for it. Maybe that just makes it timeless. Whatever, it's a great album, made up of well crafted songs performed by high calibre musicians. Love it!

Thursday, 2 March 2017

Ramsons

The Ramson (Allium ursinum) leaves having been showing out for a while, though only now are a few flower buds starting to show.  These buds looked quite close to flowering. It's a real sign that spring approaches. I couldn't resist having a nibble on a couple of buds. At first they tasted very mild and I thought it might have been too soon try one, though that thought was quickly dispelled as the garlicy heat began to fill my taste buds.  Good stuff.

Tuesday, 28 February 2017

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Seven to Eternity, Vol. 1 The God of Whispers

Image are really on a roll at the moment, publishing one fantastic title after another. One of their latest is 'Seven to Eternity Vol.1, The God of Whispers' written by Rick Remender (whose current projects I'm absolutely loving), who has created another world, grim and gritty, rich with strange and complex characters and set against a backdrop of magic, paranoia and fear. A world where through granting desires a brutal god king has eyes and ears in every home. A world where not to listen to this god king's offers or accept them will lead to destruction and death. The choices are limited for dying Adam Osidis, head of an outcast family, though that could all change, everything could change. Magic, mysticism and honour run through what could become an epic tale. Rick Remender's writing is stellar, fantastic plot and sub-plots, engaging dialogue and it travels at a good pace too. Jerome Opeña's artwork is just bloody lovely! Detailed, expressive, emotive, really nice lines, man. And, the colouring by Matt Hollingsworth  brings it all to vivid life, he's used his pallet to great effect. All round Seven to Eternity Vol.1, The God of Whispers is outstanding in every aspect.

Monday, 20 February 2017

Springs aproach

Spring swiftly approaches and today we were afforded a glimpse of what hopefully is to come.  The leaf litter covering the floor of Burley Old was crisp and dry as I sank into it. I love taking the opportunity to lay out in nature, breath deeply and relax. Gazing up through the Spartan canopy as it gently swayed you knew spring was near, you could feel spring in the air, hear it in the growing tree top chorus, even smell a hint of it.  I know it's only fleeting, but it wont be too long, and knowing that fills your sails and raises a smile.

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Red Cup

 
The small Scarlet Elf Cup, or Cap, (Sarcoscypha coccinea).

Saturday, 18 February 2017

The Bunny

Even with the warm sun breaking through, the Bunny feels dank and weird, there's a strange energy to the place, a sense foreboding, something not quiet right. No matter when, the Bunny always feels peculiar. It's not just the Bunny, mind, it's all the woodland and common in these parts, they all feel weird. I walk all over the place, though the common (Chewton Common) is the only place where I feel compelled to look behind me, and I'm not the only one mention it. I wonder why that is.

Friday, 17 February 2017

The Chase

The Chase was wonderful this afternoon, you could feel your senses waking along with nature. Although the chill winds were testament to the land still being held in winters embrace, you could feel everything champing at the bit, ready to burst into life. All the signs are there. The wheel has turned and change is afoot.  Whist passing through the Iron Age enclosure in Mistleberry Wood (marked on maps as a hillfort, though I don't think it is), beneath the still bare canopy of a veteran tree, we saw three Hares gathered in conference, as we approached they broke in three equidistant directions and made off. You don't get a more potent symbol of Spring than that. Walking on, the woodland of Stonedown Wood, still naked, is alive with bird song and hidden movement, preparations for what's come are under way. Following old paths and winding tracks we come out of cover on the windswept ridge of the chalk downs. The views from the top of the chalk downs are spectacular in which ever direction you choose to look, as you walk along the distant vistas change and closer by secluded valleys are revealed, only to disappear a short walk further. There's magic in this landscape, you can feel it. We're lucky to have such beautiful and magical landscapes on our doorstep.

Thursday, 16 February 2017

Heralds of Spring

Snowdrops (Galanthus nivalis) are the heralds of Spring, emerging first in one and twos, then to carpet the woods and banks. Lovely!

Monday, 13 February 2017

Black Science Vol.2 Welcome Nowhere

I was given the first volume of Black Science 'How to fall forever' by a friend and was first struck by Matteo Scalera's artwork it has an old skool 2000AD feel to it and is beautifully coloured by Dean White who uses a vibrant pallet to bring Scalera's expressive art to vivid life. The Story written by Rick Remender is a sort of 'Quantum leap' style affair, with a group, The Anarchist League of Scientists, set adrift in a multiverse of parallel worlds by a damaged 'Pillar' (the machine which transports them), unable to control where they end up, though hoping for home. Each world is weirdly alien and yet structurally understandable, and they only have so long before they jump to the next. Volume one set the scene and some of the background (I really should have written a review of it, it's very complicated and moved fast, and without it anything I write now about the story beyond the bones would mean nothing to you). Now volume two 'Welcome, Nowhere' runs with it. The remains of the team find themselves in world which seeks the 'key' to the 'Pillar' to enable it's use, different versions of some of the protagonists appear each following their own agendas and purpose, as the bigger picture comes into focus and maybe the 'Pillar's' jumps are not as random as they appeared. Remender creates a rich and weird story, which Scalera populates with the weirdest of creatures and with White's colours the whole things a bit of a visual trip and a touch disorientating at times as you look and think 'urgh?'. It's all cool, mind, it makes sense. The dialogue moves the story on well and at a pace, and the art ensures you feel it. What a cracking read. I shall be seeking out volume three, for sure!  

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Illustrated Tree

The Illustrated tree still retains the title 'gnarliest tree I know'. You can spend an age exploring its myriad textures and shapes. Trees such as this are the secret gems of the forest, only found if you venture from the paths and search them out, and even then they'll often try and hide from you. It really is the grooviest of trees, though.

Thursday, 9 February 2017

The Naked Man

The remains of that venerable ancient Oak tree 'The Naked Man' have finally fallen. Some say it was vandalism, but I don't see it. It looks like a combination of age, weather and pony activity to me. I think the Naked man stump fell in bad weather with age, taking its rotten frame with it, and the outer fence, also rotten, was pushed over by ponies resting against it. Or some such. The fences have been visibly rotten and feeling weak and loose for some years now. Although a popular site and one associated with ritual activity for many years and continuing today (wiccans, pagans and alike), the sites origins are quiet macabre. The Naked Man or as it was previously know 'The Wilverley Oak' stood on what was a prominent road crossing the forest and was once a gibbet tree where smugglers (common in the forest) and highway men were hung. This origin is probably the origin of the naked man name, weathered bodies left hanging. There's been a companion tree growing on the site for some years, and people are talking about a stone or something as a record.  Something would be nice. 

Wednesday, 8 February 2017

Nowhere

The forest is sometimes like this.

Monday, 6 February 2017

Clay Hill Bottom

At the moment over night damp and frost are battling for dominance and when the sun rises you see the victor. It's like a civil war within the element of water between the liquids and the solids. This morning the solids (with the help of Jack Frost) won, the liquids captivated by Jack's crystal embrace. 


Sunday, 5 February 2017

Stag Break Reeds

Since the instigation of the bog woodland restoration program, affected areas of the forest have become wetter, one of the purposes of the program was to hold water in the forest to encourage species diversity and now some areas remain waterlogged all year round. Phragmites Reed communities are beginning to colonize pools in the wetland hollows of the heath. I wonder how widespread this species was prior to the draining of the forest for forestry.  It's easy to forget that the forest we see today is in no way natural, and is all the result of human interventions over 5000 years. The forest must have been a wild place once and must have looked very different.

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Spawn

Saw my first frog spawn of the year today, though I think the frogs have been a bit previous with hard frosts coming and going. The missed the water by a few feet too.

Friday, 3 February 2017

Renato Jones, The One%, season 1 by Kaare Kyle Andrews

Kaare Kyle Andrews has created a masterpiece, it's just perfect. Beautifully illustrated with stylish line work which is expressive and so compliments the writing, which hits its target square on.  A sidewinder up the tailpipe of the establishment, the One%. Our 'hero' Renato Jones, when a young child, is plucked from one cesspool of corruption and placed duplicitously into another, though quite different cesspool. He learns quickly that everything costs, everything has a price, and he already has a large tab. The One% of the story are that 'One%', you know the ones. They're shown in a less than flattering light, though one that I imagine, in some cases at least, is justified and probably not too far off the truth. We are not human to them. The topics in Kaare's work are pertinent and reflect the growing dissonances in society, inequality is becoming ingrained and the few live like gods, beyond all laws, untouchable. Something needs to be done and Renato Jones has a plan.  I can't say any more for fear of saying too much, read it!  Renato Jones, The One%, is a cracking read, fantastically written and illustrated, a real page turner. I can't wait for season 2.

Thursday, 2 February 2017

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Imbolc

The wheel turns and with it the season changes, you can feel it. Nature is waking from her sleep and the energy to transform is slowly forming. Imbolc blessings y'all.

Saturday, 28 January 2017

Magic Bus @ The king Arthur, Glastonbury 28.1.2017

For the first time this year the fabulous Magic Bus pulled into Glastonbury to perform at that venerable establishment, The King Arthur. And, it would have been rude not to step on board.

Magic Bus are the grooviest of bands, comprised of excellent musicians who have a very pleasing sound, steeped in psychedelic, folky, prog, rock flavours, they also do a lovely line in harmonies too. They've certainly got late 60's early 70's running through them like Brighton through rock.  I love 'em. I really dig that 70's sound and to hear it played with contemporary flourish is a real treat.  You see, the 'Bus' (no one calls them that) aren't period re-enactors they're creating not copying, creating upbeat progressive psychedelic music for the now, and doing a bloody good job. Singer/songwriter Paul Evans pens some masterful psychedelic ditties with flavours of vintage south east England blended with summer of love sun drenched west coast America, Paul's got the voice to do them credit too. Combined the band produce some top shelf harmonies to drift off smiling on. As usual Jay Darlington looks as cool as a cucumber sat relaxed behind his incense fuelled keyboards (I assume they were incense fuelled, he did burn some nice incense this evening, it was either that or magic), man, does he get some sweet sounds out of those keys or what. I love that vintage organ and keys sound, it's just so right. A new addition tonight (well, new to me) was Mitch Pike on drums,  I felt Mitch certainly brought a different energy to the mix (that's not to say previous drummer Connor wasn't good, just different), a more powerful, heavier driving beat, a bit metal, not heavy mind, just more 'rock'! Together with Wihll Muellorz on bass they created a solid rhythm section, Wihll, like other bassists makes bass look effortless, of course it can't be. Mitch's drumming seemed to have Terence Waldstradt rocking it a bit heavier than usual too. Not that Terence's noodling doesn't hit the spot anyway, it just felt a touch rockier than when we've previously seen the band. In fact a few of the numbers seemed rockier in places. No complaint, mind, the Magic Bus brought it. Of course, weaving in and out through all the tracks, dancing like joyfully butterflies, was Viv Goodwin-Darke's magical flute. Like organ, I love a bit of flute and together, well, they're made for each other aren't they. Add it to the mix and you had all the ingredients for some tasty musical bliss. Their set tonight was a mixture of favourites with a liberal sprinkling of new tracks off their forthcoming third album due out in a couple of months (includes a vinyl release), I for one am looking forward to it. The new tracks sounded great, and were all well received by the audience to loud applause, as were all the tracks, the room was filled, everybody having a blast, lots of folk up dancing.  Gigs never last long enough, (well that's not true, I saw Busted and McFly once) tonight was no exception. Great performance from a band you always come away happy and a bit floaty from. They're a lovely folk too are Magic Bus, friendly and happy to chat. Top night, cheers. Check out their albums especially 'Transmissions from Sogmore's Garden', a great listen (if you like it you can buy it here, always try and support the artists if you can).

Ah, and The King Arthur, our not so local local. We were remarking on such this evening, even though it's the best part of 4.5 hour round trip, we're there so frequently for gigs it feels like our local, there's no other establishment we visit as regularly or feel drawn to. The staff are friendly and welcoming, the clientèle equally so, the atmosphere is conducive to good times and the sound here is always on the button.  If you're in Glastonbury and in need of a drink (or food, they do food too), you'd be remiss not to visit. 

Friday, 27 January 2017

Music of the Andys virtual gig on Visual Radio Arts


The Music of the Andys performed a live set at Visual Radio Arts in Frome which was streamed live on friendface this evening, and fantastic it was too. I don't need to describe it as it available for you to watch and enjoy, both the musical content which is top shelf, but also the interview sections which are treat and rather funny. Obviously it'll never replace a real gig, though these virtual gigs aren't a bad thing to add into the mix. Enjoy.  

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Mists of time

Mists render the forest timeless.