We gathered outside the entrance to the festival just before 10, when we were due to perform. A van blocked the road, and there was a queue for the ticket office, then we had to drive round the back of the field before gaining access to the car park. By the time we were all parked it was 10.30.
As we had been told to play anywhere on the site, at any time we liked, we gathered in the centre of the field and began to drum. As soon as the first tune ended a lady came over and asked to go away and be quiet, as a grief session was about to start. So we shut up and went away.
Ten minutes later when nobody had arrived for the session, we started again. As the atmosphere in the field was a bit odd, we only played for 20 minutes. However we got lots of applause, and decided to come back in a couple of hours for our next performance.
After wandering around the site, meeting lots of nice people and having a free lunch, (which was a pleasant surprise) we started again. We decided to go in the large tent this time, but were told to go away as a man was telling a story.
We moved to the other side of the field so as not to upset the story teller, and formed a circle. But just as soon as we picked up our sticks some bloke came over and asked us to stop. After some discussion with Greg, it was agreed that he would speak to the organiser and see if we were allowed to perform, though he was convinced we weren't.
We began again, and waited to see what would happen when he came back. Luckily he didn't so we carried on. Afterwards, several people came over to say how much they enjoyed our music and one man asked me when we going to really let rip, and turn the volume up. I told him we would love to, but as we'd had complaints we were finished for the day.
Most of the festival goers were lovely, and happy to hear us play, but as for the others.............
If they didn't want us to drum why did they book us????????????????
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