Friday, May 16, 2014

..."may be the last time"....


In just over a week, the Hebden Bridge Blues Festival will kick off, strike up, tune in and turn on for the fourth time in this 'cool' little town, which is parked, appropriately, in the Centre of England.

You can guarantee that it will be dynamic, fun and exciting. It will also be The Last One.

For three days, it will be host and home to dozens of the most talented blues musicians in the country and hundreds of the finest, most knowledgable and friendliest fans in the world. Presiding over the whole bad, mad bag of spontaneity, hilarious mad-cap ingenuity, brilliantly organised but ad-hoc, part chapel, part pub, part al fresco look-as-though-you-make-it-up-as-you-go-along is a tight, smart, cool, hip, crew of volunteers – led from the front by Paddy Maguire and Jason Elliott.

Even as the First Festival was clattering down the runway to take off, with bits hanging off, bits missing - and extra bits nobody knew about - it was clear that this festival was going to be different and never was there a better or more apt description coined then, than that of the Hebden festival blues “Family”. As The Hat has written in thousands of words frequently over the past years, that Family has grown and got stronger, has spread its wings and reached out across the UK, Europe and North America. If you can have a tangible, even tactile, emotion about your visits to the Hebden Festival, then it would be that sense of belonging with and sharing with everyone else there. Many of the festival fans (like The Hat) have been to every festival, they know the organisers and the crew, they know each other, they greet friends of friends like long lost relatives, they cheer their heroes and the new exciting young guns with equal enthusiasm. They raise the roof, throw shapes, hug strangers, queue for signed CDs, drink too much, sleep sporadically, get bad hair, sore feet and spend hard-earned money on self-indulgent fattening food. Yep, these guys know how to have a good time.

The decision to call it a day and make next week's festival The Last was unlikely to have been an easy decision to make, but you can be sure that Paddy and Jason will have given it a lot of thought – and anyway, now and here are not the time or the place to worry about it. As they say, there will be plenty of others out there to search the runes and the entrails. Smell the coffee, respect their decision. On the contrary, now is the time to look at how they managed to make it so successful to the point where, as one of the country's smallest festivals, it managed to win the British Blues Awards Best Festival for two years running.

Clearly, there are many reasons and many contributions but there would be no festival, no musicians and no fun without the two principal organisers fronting it up, with their complementary talents and skills, their infectious appetite for rubbish humour, their grass roots hands-on involvement – and above all – their total and unflagging commitment to staging contemporary blues - meaning as that tacitly implies – the possible exclusion of 'old farts' churning out the same old stuff. One of the direct results of that policy has meant that many young guns, new bands and under-exposed artists got a foot in the festival door and, consequently a much wider audience for their talent.  These two have a fine eye for what's hot and what's not.

Another key ingredient is the response of the musicians themselves. The Hat has met a huge number of those who have played and sung at Hebden in the first three festivals, Without exception, they have enjoyed themselves. The best way of getting a musician to want to come back, is not just provide them with a smart, knowledgable cheering audience, but to treat them like grown ups, respect their sound needs, talk to them about their business and try and meet any requirements with a cheerful helpful response. Nothing new there. You would do that. I would do that. Of course, I am talking about the application of Common Sense – which the organisers have in Spades and Bucket Loads. Oh, ok, there are some difficult s.o.bs out there – but they don't come back.

Then there is the question of funding. Not a penny comes from the local council. This puts the organisers firmly in charge of their own destiny. It keeps them clear of jobsworths, speeds up the decision process and lets in that wonderful freedom of the instant decision. If they want The Hat to play keyboards with the Treorchy Male Voice Choir on the Main Stage – then they will make it happen. Actually, they didn't ask and I demurred in favour of the stunningly brilliant Kyla Brox, Jo Harman, Jenna Hooson and Lorna Fothergil. Indeed, despite the local council's desperate appetite for goodwill headlines, they have been noticeably slow coming forward to help something that clearly brings their town increased revenue and enhanced reputation – and have even been rushing round trying to keep up with the organisers as they hung banners and posted posters apparently in breach of a by-law they just remembered. Power to the People - even if it means frightening your Bank Manager.

And then there are the paying customers. Taking out three days to be a fan is, for many, neither cheap, nor easy. However, the unfailing up-beat, positive, cheerful humour that the fans bring to the Hebden Festival is quite remarkable and they keep on keeping on. . As one of the smaller festivals, where all the venues are within walking distance of each other, you are constantly meeting the same people, making new friends, and discovering together remarkable new talent. And of course, you meet that amazing crew – on the door, in the kitchen, behind the bar, flicking perfect sound slides, unloading an amplifier – and in the case of Paddy and Jason – not averse to bigging it up on a stage near you. Atmospheric, rather good fun – and yes, you do feel part of The Family.

Last year was the best festival so far. This year will be even better. 52 bands playing, half a dozen free venues, top flight artists, national gun-slingers coming back, just for the craic and a bit of the now renowned and astonishing Paddy's Midnight Jam - simply because they had such a good time before – and yes all those lovely family friends waiting to buy you a reunion beer.

So, if you have tears, don't shed them now. That is for another day. Today We Party.

And for the Latin Scholars.....Ave atque Valete

Pip Pip!
The Blues Man in The Hat