Well that was fun.
Festivals aren’t really my thing, much prefer cramped, sweaty clubs, and a festival where people couldn’t get close to the stage or even approach it, and were distanced from each other very effectively, was not promising.
But the joy of live music overcame. Given the potential risks/difficulties the organisers, Pub in the Park, did a superb job, especially as when they started planning it it was technically illegal. Audience was aged and well heeled (some big motors around), and I think my kids (20 and 24) were about the youngest people there apart from staff, whizzing around on golf buggies delivering food and booze to your little zone. All ordering done online on their WiFi network covering the field. Stunningly expensive.
A really tough gig for the performers, very hard to get any real time feedback from the punters, or even see them as the evening wore on. Started with Leon Tillbrook and his 12 string acoustic guitar. Presumably Squeeze’s Glenn’s son, he would have been great in a pub/club, and started in a winning way with a good cover of Peter Green’s Oh Well. Then came poor old Steve Harley, needing a crutch to get to his seat, who kicked off with Here Comes the Sun which his sound man destroyed, got the mix all wrong and took the whole song to sort it out. Steve really struggled with not being able to interact with the audience, and the paucity of his back catalogue was cruelly exposed - only a few of us remembered Judy Teen and Mr Soft, and not in the blanded out versions offered here. Finished, of course, with Come Up and See Me, which was great and we would have all been happy with a 30 minute version of this. Steve’s rather rambling between song commentaries were a bit odd.
Then came Squeeze, who were simply magnificent. A big band in this version, only Tillbrook and Difford from the original line up, with a percussionist and extra multi guitarist in addition to them and drums, bass (Yolanda Charles, brilliant) and keyboards. Great song after great song, delivered perfectly with real joy detectable from the big screens, (the stage was a couple of hundred metres away for us). Stripped down version of Tempted a stand out for me, and only the faux country of Labelled with Love (which I’ve never liked) a disappointment, but even that was perfectly performed. Pulling Mussels remains a prime example of intelligent pop songwriting and musicianship. By the end they had a few hundred range rovers and volvos flashing their lights and sounding their horns in attempted unison.
We were anticipating chaos and huge delays on departure, getting all these big cars off Temple Field in Henley, where the only exit route is down a near single track country lane for a couple of miles to the nearest A road. To our amazement we got there in 10 minutes from starting the car.
Hats off and thanks to all involved.
Who's this auditioning for the part of Mr. Creosote?.....
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Poor old Johnny. I think this is from a couple of years ago, and he attributed the weight to a thyroid issue. I have seen some pictures from this year and he has lost some weight but still has a huge gut, though his head is at least recognisable. He is also caring full time for his wife, who is a good few years older than him and has had dementia for some time. Apparently he is completely devoted to her.