BLOG: BACK IN HOLLAND

So last weekend, before our festival gig in Dartford, I was trying to befriend the weather gods. The next day we drove off at 8:30 in the morning from Liverpool to Dartford, where we arrived early afternoon in reasonable weather (but being Dutch/English, we knew this could change very, very quickly).

The crew on site were wonderful, even though we gave them a lot of things to deal with. They needed to make sure I could run backstage in between songs without tripping over monitors and risers, they had to deal with monitors and a wireless headset (which can be a pain in the bum even without the person wearing it constantly being on the floor right next to a monitor), and with a pile of clothes backstage they needed to guard with their lives; all exceptional things for a festival to deal with.

The weather had been cloudy but good all day, but just before we got on stage I noticed the sky was changing from white to dark, dark grey (see photo). I could only hope for the best.

We usually play in theatres, so for me to actually see people's faces in the audience is quite rare. I enjoyed watching people watching us, singing and dancing along. I saw the crowd getting bigger and bigger while we were playing, which is obviously a big compliment to us. And to top it all off, we had one unique effect we will never be able to repeat in any theatre: when we finished playing Cloudbusting it started to rain! I could see more and more umbrellas in the audience during our last song, which was Wuthering Heights. Some girls without umbrellas were dancing along, and the whole audience was amazing!

After the show we had to pack up quickly and carefully; the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger and we had to make sure our gear would not get wet while loading the car and the van. Friends had advised us to stay and watch the band who were playing after us, but we decided to not let ourselves get too wet and leave as soon as possible. Within an hour and a half, Jerney, Louis and I were on a ferry to Calais, and back in Holland late that same night.

It is now a week later, and I can't wait to go back to Liverpool. Luckily, there is more than enough work to do on this side of the North Sea...


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