Post by Slim Shaney on Jun 20, 2006 17:32:48 GMT 1
A packed weekend for the SftBH posse, or crew, or pack, as we played pretty much everything we've recorded at The Swan in Little Totham under baking sun and well within reach of the bar 
Aside from the stage (well, patch of grass) invasions by Partridges minor we were also joined at one point by Roanna (10) for a spirited tri-et of Let's Do It Country. A decidedly low-key and principally acoustic expedition which left us all a lot browner, or several shades pinker in the case of the Northern mandolin-monkey and nerve-trapped Russell, who admirably self-anesthetized in order to get through the afternoon in England's (officially) best village pub, and managed to not drop his vintage Gibson all the way through.
The next day saw us back at The Steamboat and in the garden sandwiched between Helstock regulars gods kitchen and Picturehouse, where we were joined for the set not only by occasional tub-thumper Paul Read but co-writer and 'Too' alumnus Kilbey Mears. The added batterie lent a nicely country-rock air to proceedings and once more J-Ro stepped up to the mic to do her thang. A subsequent examination of the chalk-mark graffiti scribed on various paths, walls and benches revealed the legend "Blue House rock - especially Auntie Hel", which is always nice to know. Kudos to Fiddly, who stepped impressively up to the mark in the absence of Tony and Russ to deliver a newly reamplified set of derring, flash and brio and fill up a lot of the gaps. Lord knows what we actually played, I was a bit pissed by then, but I certainly recall the warm post-gig glow.
Aside from the stage (well, patch of grass) invasions by Partridges minor we were also joined at one point by Roanna (10) for a spirited tri-et of Let's Do It Country. A decidedly low-key and principally acoustic expedition which left us all a lot browner, or several shades pinker in the case of the Northern mandolin-monkey and nerve-trapped Russell, who admirably self-anesthetized in order to get through the afternoon in England's (officially) best village pub, and managed to not drop his vintage Gibson all the way through.The next day saw us back at The Steamboat and in the garden sandwiched between Helstock regulars gods kitchen and Picturehouse, where we were joined for the set not only by occasional tub-thumper Paul Read but co-writer and 'Too' alumnus Kilbey Mears. The added batterie lent a nicely country-rock air to proceedings and once more J-Ro stepped up to the mic to do her thang. A subsequent examination of the chalk-mark graffiti scribed on various paths, walls and benches revealed the legend "Blue House rock - especially Auntie Hel", which is always nice to know. Kudos to Fiddly, who stepped impressively up to the mark in the absence of Tony and Russ to deliver a newly reamplified set of derring, flash and brio and fill up a lot of the gaps. Lord knows what we actually played, I was a bit pissed by then, but I certainly recall the warm post-gig glow.
