A few years back in this place, in our time-honoured way, we shared our tales of what happens at the Venn diagram intersection of our own musical world and the normal lives of the rest of our world – family, non-music friends, colleagues. I was reminded of this on this day last year. One of my union muckers, aware that I was unlikely to be doing something straightforward like going to see the Alex, had driven the local train to take me to Crewe and once there, I was greeted with a
“Eh up, lad, where you off to?”
“Audlem Bagpipe and Hurdy Gurdy Day.”
“Do you know? I regretted asking that question even before I’d finished asking it.”
So how are the experiences with civilians going?
Further, while I know from blogs passim that this musical combination sounds like a real horror show to many of you, and the accompanying link probably won’t convert you. But surely you’ve got to love that, for one day a year, an obscure village on the Cheshire/Shropshire border becomes the focus for drone-driven dance music. There will be Northumbrian pipes, uilleann pipes, border pipes, English bagpipes and so much more than just the tartan-flavoured stuff. And gurdies akimbo. Musicians flaunting their non-populist stuff in the heart of Middle England. My honest appraisal of last year’s day was ‘life affirming’.
Is there anything comparably obscure that goes on in your manor? If so, celebrate it. Just as I will now, as I saddle up the bike to head off to …
Audlem Bagpipe and Hurdy Gurdy Day. Hurrah!