Monday, August 15, 2005

Jazz Hands

Another weekend back at the folks house, nice and relaxed as usual! My youngest sister, Elinor, was celebrating her 13th birthday on Saturday so she organsied a few mates together and headed off to Pembrokeshire. Brilliant. My parents had gone with them all to make sure they didn't get into any trouble (Boys, weed, alcohol - or whatever 13 year olds get up to).

I got home on Friday to find my brother Jon kicking around, with nothing much to do. He's on a break from Uni at the moment and the transition from the hustle of uni life in a big city back to a small farming community is never a good one.

The Jazz

Saturday it rained, hard. I had planned to go for a good hike somewhere but didn't fancy braving the elements as the majority of my hiking gear was back in Swansea (a lot of good that's doing there then).

Andy came around in the evening, we grabbed Jon and we got into the car to go straight to the Brecon Jazz festival. Although the BJF is only 30 miles away from home, I've never actually gone along. The BJF is held annually in the small Welsh town of Brecon (unsurprisingly) but is a world renowned event. Although the focus is mainly on the Jazz scene, acts such as The Super Furry Animals and Van Halen have previously opened the weekends festivities.

I was quite keen to see Norwegian trio EST but I was struck down by a nasty case of broke-itis and ended up just looking at one of the programmes for about 5mins! We hit the town and followed the sound of music drifting around the streets. The whole place was pretty busy, there were only a couple of free-to-watch acts still going at that time of the evening (about 7pm I think), one of which consisted of a rather scruffy bloke hitting an oil drum with a stick (I think he may have been a very clever tramp, squeezing money out of the gullibe tourists).

As the street music died down, the pubs filled up and the beer flowed even quicker. We though we'd better join in the fun...

I'd been to the pubs around Brecon a few times before, it's only a small place but my god are there a lot of drinking establishments! Brecon is a typical Welsh farming town though, the locals all dressed in the same garb (mainly rugby jerseys) as they stumbled around the pubs yakking about how they crashed their lorry or something. To be fair, these were the louder of the locals - Only keen eyes and and ears could pick out the rest of them, most had hidden for the weekend.

We hooked up with a lad called Martin who used to be my manager when I worked in Cardiff. Mart had brought his girlfriend Ffion and another mate (whos name escapes me, another nick name situation I think).

A few more drinks and as Jon had kindly volunteered to not drink for the evening, he drove us back home. Jon had shouted "Get a tape for the car" earlier in the day, I delved into my tape collection (all about 7/8 years old!) and picked a random couple of tapes. The soundtrack to the drive home therefore consisted of Belinda Carlisle, U2, Salt'n'Pepa, the Pet Shop Boys and Color me Badd....

I had a bad head in the morning, not sure if it was the beer or the singing on the way back.


At 4:24 pm, Blogger mr. tomas ubik thought it was best to say...

toronto just had an amazing jazz festival up in the distillery district...meaning licensed streets , and beeerapaloooza....and then the following weekend london, ontario had a ribfestival. you havnt partied til you've seen 800 people or so sitting in a park vegging on anything but veggies...MEAT.

and i just noticed from reading your intro blurb to the blog that you may have a thing for nelly furtado....check out cindy's blog...shes one of my closest of closests and she has been known to be a replica of dear nelly.

scroll down to the bottom theres a candid shot of her.

At 8:48 pm, Blogger Curly thought it was best to say...

A Jazz festival in a distillery district, followed shortly by a ribfestival... I'm in the wrong country! I'm hoping to get back to Canada soon (was over last summer) so check out Ontario, might try and hit sometime next year, London sounds like a pretty good place!

Don't know where the whole Nelly thing started, I think it's because she's a bit nuts - I like that! I'll certainly have a read of cindys blog.

At 8:26 am, Blogger Astrid thought it was best to say...

Oh, I love music festivals and this one sounds like so fun! If only I could have joined in the fun!!!! It seems to me that I truly missed a fun outing! Oh, aren't summer-times the finest?

At 4:46 pm, Blogger mr. tomas ubik thought it was best to say...

let us know when your in canada, youve stumbled across the best group to party with in seven nations...theres these dudes in cuba that have us beat for fun quotient but whatever, we smoke a shit load more pot.

At 1:37 pm, Blogger Curly thought it was best to say...

Yeah, sure Eano - I'll definately be back at some point. Although partying with Canadians that smoke loads of pot usually gets me into trouble.

At 3:59 pm, Blogger mr. tomas ubik thought it was best to say...

yeah but that was in calgary....cowboys and fat girls....the calm serene escape that is ontariariario is complete with trend and beauty...and a sidedish of hobos and polution any time you need it.

At 4:45 pm, Blogger Curly thought it was best to say...

I completely believe you! The kids (Greg and Britt) with me were both from Ontario and both knew how to live it up!

Britt had the Trend and beauty while Greg had the hobo-ness and pollution (weed smoke anyways).

At 5:05 pm, Blogger gav the hardcore legend thought it was best to say...

this is the first time i've been here! Didnt even realise you had a blog!

Apologises, will def read from now on! Cheers for the comment on me blog! Update shortly!

At 7:22 pm, Blogger Curly thought it was best to say...

Cheers Gav, Nice to see you alive again!!


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