Fairport Convention Tour Diary Blog - Part 2
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Day 19:travelling home from Hunstanton looking forward to an evening off. Seventeen gigs of the thirty-two now completed but no obvious sense of having passed a significant watershed, just a feeling (personally speaking) of being properly up to speed and into the full daily rhythm of touring.
I notice we have already done exactly 3333 miles since I was picked up on the day of the first gig. I wonder if my guesstimate of 6,500 miles for the whole tour will be, on the low side as we haven't been oop north yet.
Curious, this vague background of mid-morning fatigue, the endless hours cramped in the
van where a relaxed companionable silence is generally observed punctuated only
by the occasional flurry of mobile phone calls.
Behind that, the surety that if we are to arrive at a gig and the tide of the day washes us up on the stage, then everything necessary will come together and we'll all be hauling on the
same rope and the good ship Fairport will sail on, vigorous, vital and a joy.
Meantime, everyone is in their own self-sufficient private place: a newspaper,
a book, an iPod.
Swing by the lock-up to replenish supplies of merchandise; I seem to have run out of Cropredy '08 t-shirts. Do the drop-off circuit, 35 minutes in beautiful north Oxfordshire winter sunshine and then the comforting sound of my own front door clicking shut behind me. And tomorrow? Another sell-out in Lincoln a chance to reconnect with old friends and maybe make more.
"Beats the factory", as Swarb and Peggy used to say.
Comment number 1.
At 24th Feb 2009, hmsscarab wrote:Don't you just wish you were on the same ship??
While not ungrateful to those who provide us with a living, what Simon describes in his blog also beats ''the office''.
Good luck guys.
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