This gig, featuring 'Up & Coming YOUNG (!) Bands', had been put together by the organisers in just 6 days!
We were asked to play a couple of days beforehand.
Lord James and I sat on deck chairs watching the bands, waiting for our turn.
He turned to me and said 'I have a feeling this is going to be a train wreck'.
'Let's hit the buffers full belt then' I replied.
When we finally 'hit the stage' and plugged in we found the on stage monitor mix some what heavily balanced in favour of my instrument. So much so, in fact, that it was virtually impossible the hear any other instrument, or voice, over the top of it no matter how 'softly' I attempted to play
I swear our djembe player John's hair was been blown backward in the decibel hurricane.
On the drive home I got the distinct feeling that Sir James was a bit, well, unhappy with our performance.
I certainly wasn't happy about it and the biggest bit of it I wasn't happy with was my performance and the astonishing volume of it.
This video just turned up on YouTube:
I'm truly gobsmacked.
Out front the sound was fine.
I watch myself knowing I was cringing all the way through our set and now I'm wishing I'd enjoyed it a bit more.
(Fortunately the bit where I stood on the edge of the stage and shouted "HELLO GLASTONBURY" has either been edited out, or it was never filmed because the moment the words left my lips the rain started to pelt down.)