Second gig of the year and ohhh it was a doozy!
Now, everyone knows the most logical place for a yacht club is in Nottingham - the land locked, almost direct centre of the country. So when Laura got in touch and said ‘hey landlubbers, wanna come play?’ We said ‘hey, we like the cut of your jib, we’ll be there!’.
We meandered our way to the club - Katy’s SatNav said we were 6 minutes away, Ian’s said we were there already, and Dean’s was unfortunately stuck in Bonnie Tyler mode and kept telling us to turn around. Alas, we made it.
What a venue! Right on the canal front, t’was lovely. We said hello to the swans and went in to unpack our stuff. There was a stage set up and enough dry ice to mistake the place for a Stars in Their Eyes episode.
Tonight Matthew we’re gunna be, Kootch!
The whole set up was lovely, we learned a few things. 1) Boat people love dogs 2) Morris people love badges 3) Boat people take shifts behind the bar at the yacht club as part of the conditions or mooring there 4) Yacht is spelled yacht, not yatch, yach or yot. Amazing.
The sound was absolutely fantastic, too, seriously spot on. We know we rave about them a lot, but honestly, good sound engineers absolutely make or break a day. Like what we sound like? Go up and thank the engineer. Don’t like it? Totally also the engineers fault, nothing to do with us………
The word yacht can be misleading (much like the spelling) and the worry that we would be playing folk music to people that wear watches worth more than our house was nerve wracking - but the audience and the place was so lovely, grounded and down to earth. Everyone was smiling and chatty and we were pretty much surrounded by beautiful dogs - what more could you want?
