Wee misunderstanding in Campbeltown
On Saturday morning, I and the Tide Lines boys made the long journey by road from Glasgow to Campbeltown for a gig called The Big Ceilidh that turned out to be very good fun indeed.
On arrival in the ‘ wee toon’, we soundchecked and then headed out for dinner.
Our sound engineer joined us for our meal and, half way through his chicken burger, he commented that The Big Ceilidh was, as the name suggests, a sizeable production - considering there were five acts due to take the stage. I reminded him that, in fact, there were only four acts on the bill.
‘I think you’re wrong, Robert,’ he said. ‘There are four bands, and there is a young girl performing a solo slot whose name I can’t remember.’
In all my correspondence with the organisers, I had heard nothing of a solo artist and I was fairly convinced that she did not actually exist. We debated the point back and forth for a minute or so until we realised that the line-up for the evening was flashing across a television screen above us in the bar.
‘Look!’ our sound man cried triumphantly. ‘This will prove my point.’
He began to list off the names of the acts as they appeared on the screen: Rhuvaal, The Rollin’ Drones, Hòrò, Tide Lines.
‘There she is!’ he exclaimed as Victoria Hall appeared on the screen.
‘That’s not a solo artist,’ I laughed. ‘That’s the venue!’
I do not imagine he will live that faux pas down among the boys for quite some time. Perhaps one day we might also share a line up with Victoria’s uncle, Albert Hall.