This festival was very much a Fellowship of the Stick event, it has become somewhat of an annual pilgrimage over the years with eight of us there this time! Could Butlins survive?
The running order didn't actually have that many serious clashes.
Friday kicked off for me with Grainne Duffy, a splendid set from a very talented young lady and her band, two albums to her credit so far, she is one to watch out for.
Next up it was off to see Rosco Levee in Jacks, I just love their dirty swampy blues rock and they gave us a really excellent set befitting of the spiritual home of the Blues at this festival, in Jaks which is one of the smaller venues and almost always has a fantastic atmosphere.
Friday evening was rounded off with a hefty dose of good old dirty rock from the Quireboys, also in Reds, they gave a great performance and you should always know what you're going to get with this band and they delivered as usual.
Now Saturday afternoon is traditionally spent in Jaks, Roadhouse play a short set to warm things up and then Gary collects names of various musicians and puts scratch bands together to play a song or two for the afternoon, it's a crazy time, almost always brilliant, always fun, but here we come to one of the serious clashes and the band on in Reds won.
|Roadhouse warm up Jaks on Saturday before the jam session|
|Stray with Cherry Lee Mewis|
|Tony may still be a legend but Groundhogs, sorry|
Saturday evening kicked off well with a far better than expected set from the Yardbirds, featuring I think only two original members but they played all the old stuff very well and held a pretty massive crowd throughout.
|Screen shot off the big screen for Carl Palmer|
Sunday, surprisingly not hungover, and after a breakfast in onesies, a sad farewell to one of our party who had to leave early for work reasons, a leisurely morning and it was hey ho, let's go, more music.
Kicking off again in Jaks with the Dove and Boweevil Duo before heading off for another gig of monotonous proportions in Reds again, this time from the mighty Wilko Johnson, every time he did 'The Wilko Walk' the crowd went wild, with Norman Watt-Roy on bass a damn fine gig all round.
|The mighty Wilko Johnson|
Now then, here is an amazing surprise, after Wilko some of us thought we'd hang around, for a laugh and catch a little of Mungo Jerry, In the summertime when the weather is......etc. Well, what a fantastic show Ray Dorset and the boys put on, musically excellent, highly entertaining, in fact for many people one of the absolute highlights of the festival, I have to admit they were pretty damn good!
|Chantel makes it look so easy!|
|Roadhouse, Sarah and Mandie going for it!|
So, without further ado:-
Ok, so now this is a Fellowship somewhat annual event
Did anything make this year special, are we glad we went?
Amazingly we rendezvoused on time at Kevin’s out in old Langford
The fact that Peter, Paul and Chris were there on time just cannot be ignored
The cars were loaded by 13:30 and we were on our way
A pre-planned stop in Crowland was the order of the day
After an initial stop in Crowland where they did no lunchtime food
We went and found the Bridge Inn again which was really rather good
|The Bridge Inn strangely enough!|
This year we didn’t have to stop or get lost out in the Fens
We made it through to old Skegness where the fun just never ends
It didn’t take too long to book in even though the queues were large
And we found our chalet fairly quickly without trying very hard
Soon it was time to head for dinner and meet up with friends already there
The food and beer were jolly good and the music left us with no cares
It was plain for everyone to see that The Coronas had arrived
Friday at Skegness Rock and Blues had been just about survived!
|"They're here" came a strange ethereal voice|
Saturday morning was spent at leisure until we begun the lunchtime fun
With many beers and Cokes and Jack Daniels, well, it just had to be done!
In the evening it was time for kilts it was Burns night after all
Were we? Or were we not? By gosh we had a ball (Or two on show)
|OMG It's the men in skirts!|
A feast of more great music and time spent with such good friends
Some earlier than planned ‘retirees’ to bed Jack got them in the end!
Sunday breakfast was done in Onesies like a scene from Sesame Street
There was Tiger, Giraffe, Frog, Dinosaur and Skeleton, what an awesome treat!
|Spot the loonies|
After breakfast on Sunday was a sad sad time as Peter had to leave
To go to a meeting somewhere in France, well would you believe!
We cried and wailed as we watched him go until he was out of sight
Then we laughed and laughed and laughed again oh yes we’d be alright
The afternoon and evening were packed with music ringing sweetly in our ears
And a more gentle approach to the drinking with some sensible cold beers
The Fellowship were there en mass plus Tim and Jo in all their glory
It not worth listing all the great bands who played as that’s another story
Butlins Skegness and the Great British Rock and Blues Festival
They should rename it Rock & Booze as that just about says it all!
And finally, I wrote this while I was away in Skeggy and it had several people in fits of laughter and many said that it deserves a wider audience so, here it is on the blog, it's been shunted around quite a bit on Facebook too but remember I wrote it, me me me, love you all.
We used to ride round on Harleys
Now it’s mobility scooters
We used to go to big rallies
Now we just meet on computers
The social media networks
Are not just the domain of the young
It’s the oldies that meet up on there now
For our grumpy grey sessions of fun
We still go to gigs and rock concerts
And festivals where you don’t have to camp
We will still drink you under the table
If the bar’s got a disability ramp!
We won’t burn the candle at both ends
And we’re in bed before midnight hour
So we can enjoy a nice nightcap of Horlicks
And warm up in a nice soapy shower
So remember when you’re at a concert
And some wrinkly comes scooting past you
In a few years it won’t be you laughing
‘Cos that disgraceful old bugger will be you!
Word and photographs in this blog Copyright Grant Meaby 29/01/14
(With the exception of the Onesie one by kind permission of K. Blackett (Even if he doesn't know until he sees this)).
So, until the next time which, after this marathon, may be a while, stay safe, stay sane (ish) and grow old disgracefully.
Grant - Jan 2014
Late edit, now the news is out, Fender was indeed there too!
Late edit, now the news is out, Fender was indeed there too!
|Lord Fender of The Fellowship sneaked into Reds.|