I went out last night. By myself. To a pub! I know, me out, and without my handlers? It was the turn of the village pub to host the monthly gathering of the Keyworth Guitar Club. Despite the name, the club seems to be peripatetic these days as the former home (a pub actually in Keyworth) seems not to be home any longer. It was a very well-attended session:
The folk sitting around the edges of the room did one song/number each, and then the turn moved on to those sitting in the middle of the room. Then there was a break of about 20 minutes, before the “turn to perform” moved around the room once more. The youngest performer was a very talented lad in his mid-teens, the oldest was probably the absolute legend who is Frank Clark, a near neighbour. During the first half there were 2 instrumentals, and most of the songs were old-school folk songs, though one singer/guitarist gave us an electrifying performance of a David Gray song I didn’t recognise (note to self: look it up). During the half-time break I slipped out and came home to a rapturous welcome from the spanners. I was in bed by 21.15. That’s definitely winning.
You failed to mention whether you yourself played… and perhaps sang?
Neither. I was there as a spectator. Although I did have a sing-along with a couple of the choruses