Last night we went to see Show of Hands, one of our favourite bands, just up the road from us. I booked the tickets months ago when I first discovered how close to home they were playing. Gigs normally take place in central London, and we have an hour trek home very late at night in the inevitable wet and cold. But not last night!
SoH are currently on tour visiting historic venues, mainly churches and cathedrals and playing a more traditional style, less foot stomping hand clapping, favouring rather a haunting and unaccompanied style which suits the buildings so well.
The church was full, though according to SOHs website there were still tickets left, I guess we could have squeezed more people into the pews, but I preferred the little space that we had. We had both wrapped up warm with the general expectation that we would be in a church and churches are always freezing (well my church certainly is), but the heat generated from the lights and the mass of bodies meant it was quiet pleasantly warm and we were able to shed some of our layers.
The music was magical, real spine tingling stuff. Steve Knightley’s voice just soared amongst the rafters.
Mighty fine way to start a birthday.