“Bonsoir mesdames et messieurs” … To commemerate Fête de la Musique (the official French Day of Music), we played at the special event on 1 June (three weeks early, but who cared …). The dancers got warm in chilly evening air, the band got chilly after lovely warm afternoon sunshine, and fun was had by all.
In accordance with tradition, we visited this annual event on a glorious sunny day in its languid country setting (editor – enough of the poetry!) and entertained the crowd … and the cows turned up as usual to have a listen. On stage, then under the shady trees, we got the audience dancing and wanting more.
We worked really hard to make this a memorable day and it was! Dressed in our nautical garb, including at least one “it’s not dead, it’s just sleeping” parrot (find it in a photo), we first played a street jam resulting in pedestrian mayhem as the Hobart waterfront came to a standstill to watch us … or maybe we just happened to be a bit close to the road and the peds were at great risk of becoming a traffic statistic, oops.
Later in the afternoon, our stage performance (3 sets over 3 hours, phew!) was a crowd pleaser, the weather became nice and balmy and the audience pleaded with us to keep going – however our rhythm strummers were at risk of losing fingertips so it came to an end.
This year we did a morning performance at the Cygnet RSL, followed by a rip-roaring family bush dance in the afternoon, with our customary street pop-up gig in-between. The Town Hall was full of energetic dancers, young and old(er) … and the band sounded really good … in fact, so good we picked up a new member!
[oops – pictures to follow, we forgot to ask around for some]
We were invited to play for guests from the visiting cruise ship, MS Noordam, on route from Sydney to Kangaroo Island on a music trip. It was organised by John Howie, who had organised a similar event with the band several years ago. It was a great afternoon, the tour bus managed to scrape into the venue carpark, and our visitors were torn between deciding what was best – our music, or the afternoon tea we put on! And we believe they all got back in time for the ship’s departure …
All Saints Church was again awash in hues of yellow, and its customary wind and rain, for its annual daffodilly-dilly festival. We dodged the showers and had a great time squeezed under the gazebo with an almost full compliment of players.