She then wrote another post about the live performance and included the fact the CCDs were touring over here. I googled it, found they were appearing not a million miles from here and bought tickets. So Monday evening saw Youngest Daughter and I trekking to the Union Chapel in Islington.
I’d never been there before and after getting off the train, I consulted my map to see which way to head, but couldn’t make head nor tail of it. Youngest Daughter took over and marched off with me trailing behind her. We hadn’t got a clue where to go and she decided she’d go into a shop to ask for directions.
I kept looking at the map, turning it round to see if it made more sense. It didn’t. As I stood there, starting to get slightly annoyed with the piece of useless paper in my hand, she came out of the shop, laughing. She pointed across the road, and when I turned round I saw:
My excuse is that it was seven o’clock in the evening, therefore it was dark. Plus the building was covered in scaffolding. And there were trees. And railings. That’s why I didn’t see it. Honest. No, really. Nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that for some reason, I didn’t look to the left as we were walking along the road.
We decided to sit upstairs after realising the seats downstairs were pretty full. Like Kyna found, much of the audience here too comprised of older people.
We settled ourselves in our seats, where we had a great view of the stage. After a short while, two muppets in human form sat behind us.
They were yabbering away to one another, but when I got my phone out to take a picture of the pulpit, one of them said, “She’s taking a photo.” No shit, Sherlock. To aid my concentration in the extremely difficult task of taking the photo, they shut up. When the picture had been captured I then heard, “She’s taken it.”
I resisted the urge to turn round and thank them for the commentary and the blindingly astute observations. I suppose I should have given thanks to them; after all, without their insightfulness I may not have realised what I was doing.
The Carolina Chocolate Drops came on and I have to say they were absolutely fantastic. All three are extremely talented musicians and singers, and to see and hear them perform live was amazing.
They performed with such energy and enthusiasm; switching instruments with ease or sometimes just using their voices as instruments. The entire audience was indulging in plenty of foot stomping at times and was also encouraged to join in with some of the choruses.
Even Youngest Daughter, who was a little dubious about what she was going to hear, as the CCDs are completely different from what she would normally listen to, thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated the entire performance. I’m really pleased to have broadened her horizons a little, musically speaking.
At the end of the set, the CCDs received two standing ovations – if we, the audience, had our way, they could have played on for the whole night.
Would I go see them again? Hell yeah!
A huge thanks of mega proportions to Kyna, for introducing me to this amazing band!
Today’s post was brought to you courtesy of a hangover and a few bruises. Wine caused the hangover, and the bruises were caused by slipping and falling arse over tit on wet decking when I stepped outside to look at my friend’s trampoline. The wine may have had something to do with that too.
Think yourselves lucky I didn't write a post while pissed last night. It did cross my mind as one of those drunken 'what a fantastic idea' moments, but the thought of trying to blog using my phone stopped me. Otherwise, you'd have got to read a load of badly spelt, incoherent twaddle about how brilliant I am at Just Dance on the wii.
And then I'd have got all mushy.
Eww.
