A big tent over a car park in a Centreparcs in Port Zélande, Ouurdorp, Netherlands
A traffic snafu on the A1 means I miss my 07:00 flight. Next one is 15:15, getting into Schipol at 17:20 local time, which means I miss my coach to Port Zelande, over 100 km away. After some frantic searching, I find two others in a similar situation and we share a taxi. Before I even arrive on site, I’ve spent more than €100 I hadn’t anticipated. This is not a good start to the Marillion Weekend 2015.
A frantic dash to meet my mate with the key to our chalet, a run to the far end of the site to dump my gear and back and I get into the tent with barely minutes to spare before Marillion come out. I’ve missed guitarist Steve Rothery’s solo band, which is disappointing, but I’m starting to calm down.
Friday night’s set is a run through the band’s 2001 album Anoraknophobia in full. Particular highlights are the rarely-played Fruit of the Wild Rose, a song with a rather average first half, but a wonderful extended bluesy playout and the funky Quartz. I find » Continue Reading.