"music in its purest form"
artist, journalist and archaeologist Christine Finn addresses the fireside strawbale amphitheatre during last autumn's Sondryfolk event (photo by Ed Q)
the strawbale seating (still partially covered by ugly white plastic tarp)
Raven, Joel, and mystery person in hat, having just arrived, in front of the covered 'stage'
Liam seemingly summoning fire from his fingertips!
The rain started towards the end of their set and steadily got heavier, so Arlet, despite being warm and dry had a slighly harder time hearing each other properly than usual. Owen's still off in South America, so his flowing clarinet lines were replaced, quite effectively by a flute, played by Seth, who's better known around here as the drummer in Boot Lagoon (I think he considers the flute his first instrument). It wasn't the most precise set they've played (they started with a piece they'd only just started rehearsing, played from sheet music, and there were a few wobbles), but no one minded at all — the overall richness and warmth of their sound filled the woods and everyone's hearts with gladness... Here they are a little while ago (again with Seth depping for Owen) playing a newish tune they played that night, recorded on a boat in the Thames:
And finally, with the rain really coming down quite hard (and making quite a bit of noise), Stella decided to come and join the audience rather than sitting opposite the fire from them where she'd hardly have been heard. A few people had to leave after Arlet's set (it was late on a Sunday night), so there was space on the strawbale 'amphitheatre', as it's become known. She asked me to accompany on saz for a few songs, including this one (which she wrote a few years ago after hearing my story about going out to listen to nightingales in these very woods): It was a daydream-come-true, creating a magickal outdoor space where people would naturally be inclined to listen to delicate music with their fullest attention. The next day I received a stream of messages expressing heartfelt appreciation for having put the occasion together. It felt like a convergence of all the good things going on in East Kent lately with representation from the Smugglers Collective, Furthur/Dawn Chorus, FreeRange, Le Rig, Sondryfolk (in the form of how the space was inspired — sadly, none of the SF crew could make it from Bristol), various bands and assorted other good people.Will Greenham from Cocos Lovers, who turned up with a small entourage of Deal music lovers, later described the event as "music in its purest form" (no electricity, no equipment, no buying or selling or promoting or hyping, just humans in the woods making and listening to music), which is the perfect description, really.
Stella stuck around, getting her train back to Sussex the next day (my birthday), so we got to have a wander around Canterbury, checking out the intense virgin-and-child statue in the Cathedral Crypt, the wildflower meadow on the island in the Greyfriars Garden, the Veg Box Cafe, etc., running into a few people who'd been at the event the night before and were still glowing from it. I ran into a load more of them that night at The Black Griffin as Lapis Lazuli, fortuitously, were playing. Once again, they filled the place up (a Monday night) and rocked the place with their twisty-turny, sprawling-yet-precise, genre-defying sound. I had a great night, immersing myself in the loud electric exuberance of it (quite a constrast from the night before, but I like these contrasts). They've just recorded a pair of debut albums! They were going to do three ("well prog!" laughed guitar hero Neil) but ran out of funds. And soon off to play a Zappa festival in Germany — a well-deserved break after all the hard work they've been putting in.
wow, all six members of Lapis in a single photo — quite an achievement!
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