2 days, 3 gigs, 4 words: drizzle, downpours and driving gales!

Friday started with a small band in Gillingham in the afternoon, taking part in the Fuse Medway Festival. Heading down the High Street, our instructions were to play at full volume when we were parading, and to keep playing, but quietly, when we stopped, so that the crowds could hear the various acts in front of us perform. Good thing there were only eight of us!






Mestre Matt was at the helm, playing mid and bottom on one surdo, with Sal on hand to call. Weird and wonderful sights in between the drizzle included:
  • 3 yellow lovebirds?
  • Hula-hooping
  • Juggling
  • and ribbon twirling