Some people think that Woodhouse Moor is called Hyde Park, but signs have been defaced in the fight against this sacrilege.
Chill agreed to play "kit" alongside his daughter on pan. Fehmina fell for the it's only half-an-hour routine. [Chill's kit was a few irons short of a drum.] But now, we are a "new" band so the rule is it is only the agreed common songs or completely new ones [or ones that never took off].
Well, if I don't play Under the Boardwalk ever again, it will be too soon! Lol! I guess I may recover from this feeling. Anyway, I delve into my collection of written/never really used tunes, and Millie and I select She's Leaving Home [for Chill], Wonderful World, Hips Don't Lie [Sparrows, but arranged by Millie, with most notes left unplayed on the day! Lol and double lol!], You Are Not Alone [surprisingly recognisable and a bit of a singalong], Bach's Minuet in G, Somebody I Used to Know, Go West and possibly some others.
Millie and I practised for an hour on Saturday, and Mina and I practised for 15 minutes on Tuesday just before the gig. Chill forget more bits of kit than I ever do.
He walks up from down the road bringing what he remembered, and I drive us both down to collect most of what he forgot. Mina's it's-only-half-an-hour is rapidly fading. In the end, with tape and cotton wool for a clutch, Chill's half a half a kit is awesome. We are soprano, single guitar and single second for pans, and we just fit.
Millie had been there for hours already [and it was licensed premises!].I have long since forgotten what the charity was.
Here's a few indifferent pictures as a record of the event, which we do recall enjoying.