Dazed and Confused...that's all folks..
One of The Hat's mentors – (I forget
who, it was in nineteenhundredandfreezin' for heaven's sake!) used to
say 'always respect the intelligence of your readers'.....so here we go,
you Really Smart People...I'm gonna tell you The Truth.
We have now done three days of this
Megafest. The Hat is tired but happy. Even for the world weary who
have 'been there and done that', this was the Bees Knees, the
Chickens Knickers and Todd's dog's privates. It has been a privilege
to be part of this Festival. The Hat was nearby at its conception
what seems just a moment ago – the Jason/Paddy back-of-the-fag-packet moment - and has watched The Crew Conjure, Magic and Feint and
he has seen, heard and felt the wonderful vibe blossom and grow. I
loved it and so apparently, do many others.
For the Festival to pick up a
nomination for Blues Festival of The Year after just one year puts
that bloke behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz to shame. Smoke and
Mirrors? Forget it. Wheels and Levers? Rubbish. This was Mighty
Magick of the most wonderful kind. The Organisers moved mountains.
The work load was absurd and the money non-existent. But. They
listened to people, took advice, told people where to get off, where
to get on, made it up as they went along, used their skills,
knowledge, experience and general common sense, begged favours,
borrowed and swallowed ideas and suggestions, returned favours,
kicked butt and kissed babies.
However, it seems to the beady eye of
the well travelled Hat that they never once compromised on their
original take on the Festival idea: be faithful to the blues, bring
on new and exciting talent, take risks, open doors and have
Fun.....and then of course, there was that killer strap-line –
Let's Get This Party Started!
They and You Started and Partyed. And
it Worked.
Bravo. Chapeau. Well Done. Go Lie
Down. Come Back Next Year.
Pip Pip!
The Man in The Hat
(I have to go now, rest the dancin' shoes and write to you about
Day Three, so watch this space...)