Hello!
So we have returned from Denmark, the land of green fields, bicycles with no locks, huge ice creams, beautifully spoken English, bridges that cross the sea (!), expensive beer, euro-jeans, and smiley happy Danes. And the bacon was good too. Had a great trip to beautiful town Svendborg for the International Songwriter's Festival. Not quite as many folks at the gigs as we had expected. Had a rousing reception of 6 at one, but a very attentive 6 they were, so we don't mind. Had a great gig in the town square on market day, and got to hear some local heroes doing some Danish folk rock and a group of nurses on strike singing a song too. All the while surrounded by locals enjoying beer and hot dogs at 10 am. Glorious.
Very embarrassed to realise that neither myself, Tim, nor Alun (Parry), spoke one word of Danish betwen us. Oh, apart from 'Hello' which, in Danish, is pronounced, 'Hello'. Had a few hilarious moments trying to work out what 'fart plan' could possibly mean. Timetable, we were told. Ho ho. Also very funny to notice that as the Danes don't pronounce the letter 'v', people were constantly referring to non-meat-eating Alun as a wegetarian. Stifled giggles...
Got to see two great acts from overseas, Disa from Iceland, and McKinley Black from the US. Well worth checking out!!! Oh and our lovely hostess for two nights Naja. Awesome voice. My highlight methinks. Hoping to return to the festival again, it's just in its second year so got lots of growing to do. Met lots of local musicians who were uber welcoming and appreciative and had some awesome venues to play their hearts out in. One venue was an amazing cooperative venture with rehearsal rooms, stages, fab facilities, openly available to support local musicians. Something I think we definately need in the Pool.
Lastly, realised that I don't like flying. Have flown a fair bit before but forgot how panicky I get when we take off. It's just not right being suspended 39,000 feet in the air in a metal tube. Found myself constantly monitoring the faces of the flight attendants for even the slightest flicker of concern, so I could start searching frantically for the parachutes. Bit foolish really...
Bye for now x
So we have returned from Denmark, the land of green fields, bicycles with no locks, huge ice creams, beautifully spoken English, bridges that cross the sea (!), expensive beer, euro-jeans, and smiley happy Danes. And the bacon was good too. Had a great trip to beautiful town Svendborg for the International Songwriter's Festival. Not quite as many folks at the gigs as we had expected. Had a rousing reception of 6 at one, but a very attentive 6 they were, so we don't mind. Had a great gig in the town square on market day, and got to hear some local heroes doing some Danish folk rock and a group of nurses on strike singing a song too. All the while surrounded by locals enjoying beer and hot dogs at 10 am. Glorious.
Very embarrassed to realise that neither myself, Tim, nor Alun (Parry), spoke one word of Danish betwen us. Oh, apart from 'Hello' which, in Danish, is pronounced, 'Hello'. Had a few hilarious moments trying to work out what 'fart plan' could possibly mean. Timetable, we were told. Ho ho. Also very funny to notice that as the Danes don't pronounce the letter 'v', people were constantly referring to non-meat-eating Alun as a wegetarian. Stifled giggles...
Got to see two great acts from overseas, Disa from Iceland, and McKinley Black from the US. Well worth checking out!!! Oh and our lovely hostess for two nights Naja. Awesome voice. My highlight methinks. Hoping to return to the festival again, it's just in its second year so got lots of growing to do. Met lots of local musicians who were uber welcoming and appreciative and had some awesome venues to play their hearts out in. One venue was an amazing cooperative venture with rehearsal rooms, stages, fab facilities, openly available to support local musicians. Something I think we definately need in the Pool.
Lastly, realised that I don't like flying. Have flown a fair bit before but forgot how panicky I get when we take off. It's just not right being suspended 39,000 feet in the air in a metal tube. Found myself constantly monitoring the faces of the flight attendants for even the slightest flicker of concern, so I could start searching frantically for the parachutes. Bit foolish really...
Bye for now x
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