Sunday
It's been raining overnight and the morning just feels
so fresh. There's a light breeze the sun is just breaking through, it's
glorious.
You know the routine, Unicorn, back of the Club Tent to finish off
writing the previous day. The site is in the process of being cleaned by a
massive litter picking machine. Dyson eat your heart out.
It's going to be
Bruce Molsky from Mozaik doing the fiddle workshop and I'm ready for the
off.
The workshop starts with a couple of Old Timey numbers. Whilst not
exactly old, Bruce isn't young and he was taught a tune by a music teacher that
had learnt it from an old Civil war veteran. It's remarkable to think that that
is still within three generations.
I find time to visit the Proper Record
concession in the main market area. They are literally reducing the prices
before my eyes. I'm almost following the man with the pricing gun along the
racks.
I get the feeling that my wife is going to kill me when I get home as
my instinct for a bargain overrides the commonsense gene.
One of the nice
ladies on the stall gives me a box to carry my booty away. I've even been
tempted by a couple of full price albums by artists playing the festival.
I'm
getting visions of having to spend a few nights on the couch. Maybe if I sneak
them in one or two at a time. I content myself that at least one is for my dad
and head back to the media caravan to come up to speed with any changes etc.
that might have happened. It's all green to go.
I'm a regular Archer's
listener, every Sunday at Cambridge, where tradition dictates that it's played
to the field.
The site is really starting to fill up. For no good reason I'm
reminded of the massive queues for the real lemonade stall. I nip across
thinking that people won't be too hot yet.
It's a good hunch; I walk straight
up to the stall and chilled lemonade with real lemons. It's just a case of being
able to drink it comfortably before Rodrigo Y Gabriela and the answer is
yes.
It's children's ceilidh on the Radio Two Stage followed by Ezio so I
can't think of a good reason to leave the Main stage until Van Eyken make an
appearance.
Stage One ended with Latin rhythms last night and Sunday starts
with something very related, Rodrigo Y Gabriela.
Both Rodrigo and Gabriela
are part of the team that believe guitars are a percussion instrument as well as
stringed. They were both also part of a Mexican thrash metal before they
relocated to Ireland. There’s almost a telepathy between the two of them.
There’s a vibe you only get when two people are just so connected.
It's a
blistering start to the day. Fully instrumental apart from the odd shout.
The
crowd are regularly involved with lots of clapping. It's really woken them up
and out of the torpor. If this is a new trend for Cambridge then I’m right
behind it. There’s three Latin outfits here this year and the weather is
absolutely spot on for it.