Thursday, 20 August 2015

Didgeridoos at Baskerville Hall

It's been a good summer for the acoustic evenings at Baskerville Hall. I've been going over every Wednesday evening, thanks to Brian from Belle Books, and really enjoying myself singing and listening to all the really good musicians who go there.
Normally, we sit in Moriarty's Bar, but a couple of weeks ago the bar filled up and filled up until we were practically playing Sardines - so we moved round to the ballroom on the other side of the bar.
We filled the ballroom.
"I've created a monster!" Bob (who organises the evenings) said. Someone counted seventy people that night, of whom about twenty were performers.
Before we moved round, Huw Parsons performed a poem - but before he got to the poem, he said he needed to introduce it properly. It was about adders, and he just happened to have a couple of examples with him. Young Jamie, who plays accordian and flute, got a pair of heavy duty gloves on and brought in a couple of carrier bags, carefully clipped together with clothes pegs at the top. Huw put on the gloves, and delved into the first bag. "This is a grass snake...." And he pulled out a cuddly snake draught excluder.
"And this one's a bit more lively - this is the adder...." And he pulled out one of those wooden segmented toys that wriggles about when you move it.
Everybody enjoyed that - and the poem afterwards. Later Huw said that he'd tried the same thing at the Globe, and nobody had laughed.
I recited a poem by Wendy Cope, about vegetarians, during the evening, and by the end of the evening a French couple at the next table had written a poem about meat-eaters which they performed!

So, the following week, we were back in the bar, which was comfortably full, and this Wednesday we arrived just in time for the decision to move to the ballroom again. This time we filled up two thirds of the ballroom, with a black curtain across the back. The bar was full partly because the Hall is hosting the annual Didgeridoo Festival at the weekend, and some of the people who were organising it came through for the evening. They played too - one of them had a big, black didgeridoo that looked like the Doomsday Machine from an episode of Classic Star Trek (it ate planets!), and the sound was incredible! The whole weekend costs £65, with camping, and day tickets are still available for £30.

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