|Morgan, Shelley and Oscar discussing their 20th album|
I thought I'd try something different this year; I won't stick to type and write a paragraph on every month, list the gigs in bold, count them up and clap ourselves on the back. Instead i'll write a single entry on what was our 7th year and then I promise I'll talk about the future and the time the piano player went to the gym in a pair of steel toe cap boots and overalls.
2018... The bass player moved to Berlin, that lasted 6 weeks. The piano player tried to move to Berlin and ended up in Portugal and then fell in love. The band toured, our biggest one yet, in the crisp month of march, 3000 km in a broken van; 10 gigs in 10 days, home with a profit. We stopped. We recuperate. Didn't play again till June; Fire in the Mountain festival, main stage. Took the family. Spent the weekend in the sauna, mmmm.. St. Just Town Hall was a strange one, dressed up as cowboys, hmmm..? Opening Golowan Festival was an honour, we had a bigger crowd than The Herbalizer! Ale and Anchor in Mousehole for the 6th year in a row. Standard. Port Eliot again, that was nice, despite the rain. Then we discovered Lott Festival; back to Germany for the best weekend of our lives. We played a wedding in Cornwall; that was the best weekend of the couples lives... hopefully!? Open air in Penlee Park was special, as was playing in the woods at Kerris. And The Mexico Inn, well that was as rowdy as ever. Merry Folking Christmas sold out a week in advance, beyond capacity with a waiting list of 95. It was a year of travel, adventure, a year of change. The year of the wags, someone said. "You're all shacked up!". It was 24 gigs. Shall we clap ourselves on the back now! Boy's done good.
And now, as promised, I guess it's time to talk about the future. Talk it up a bit. The year ahead. 2019. I don't know why I find it so hard, and I wonder if my fellows furrow their brows as much as I? January is a strange one; famous for it's optimism and resolution but universally considered the most depressing month. You would think talking up the future is as a good a tonic as anything to combat the blues but it's hard to find your voice, almost like you haven't quite woken up yet. In truth I have no idea what we are doing, whether we'll play 24 gigs or 5 and predicting the future is a fools game. But here goes... we're still haggling over our Brexit Tour, a little like the government; we can't quite get the right deal. A couple of venues have let us down and we're not quite over the line with it... yet! But the will is there, so we'll find the way. For the record, The Odd Folk think leaving the EU is lunacy. We're better together. And after that? The third and some say, final, album is due this year, which means it should be released in 2020, just in time for our decade. It's not that scary really. The future. You just need to get your head in the right place. Hope for the best, expect the worst, and take what you're given. Oh wait, I forgot about the 7 children and the hip surgery and the arthritic fingers.
We are The Old Folk ;)