Slow
getting going on Saturday morning after the rigour of the night before. After breakfast Jacqui had lined us to visit
some folks in the morning and in the afternoon we had a stroll round our old
village of Lindfield with Jenny and Miles.
I was treated to an early curry dinner and then I made my excuses and set
off the few hundred yards to the gig.
Bit of trouble parking, so Graham
loaned me a disabled badge to allow me to park on a yellow line!?! But we eventually got the gear in and got
parked up legally in a timely vacated space.
Raye had got in earlier, and had some assistance to load in his
kit. He was in good form considering the
previous late night! Graham had brought the
precious shirts. He said he was still
buzzing when he got home so he put them through a wash at 1am! I manhandled Graham's combo onto the stage
and after that heavy lift the rest of set up was a breeze and we soon had a
sound check going. I asked Graham to put
a bit more top on the bass thinking it would cure a strange stage resonance
that peaked near Raye. Didn't work so he
tried cutting the bottom. That worked
but then he couldn't hear the bass; so
we left it thinking the resonance might go as the hall filled. We ran
"You'll Never Know What You're Missing" and "Smiling" and
then we ran through "American Trilogy" - this went a lot better than
the Friday, so we called a halt; put the muzak on and set about sourcing
beers! This was not as easy as usual
because the license had run out for the hall.
We had to pop upstairs to the club to get a drink. Actually the club had geared up for the
situation quite well and were supplying take away packs of beer and wine; and they were serving soft drinks
downstairs; so all was well. Quite a few folks there we knew including
John (the teddy boy rocker who used to be Raye's minder and roady for us in the
90s - very useful particularly when we were
playing gigs a long way away like Bournemouth) and Graham the rhythm guitarist
and John the drummer from 'Music Box'. Jacqui
arrived about 8pm having strolled over from our lodgings and met up with the
other band wives: Janice and Val.
Approaching showtime the hall was full. I set up Raye's mic so Trevor could make an announcement about the drink situation. After that I quickly reinstated Raye's mic and then we were announced on acoustically by the Chairman. We followed much the same sets as the previous night. We did omit a few songs because time was tighter as other things were going on: e.g. there was a buffet and a raffle (Jacqui won a bottle of wine!) But in general the band was more together and relaxed; and we were astounded by the reception we got. It had been good the previous night, but on the Saturday it was even better. The audience responded like true fans: they applauded madly, they danced the rock'n'rollers and the slowies; and even 'of their time' songs like "Mr Sandman" brought out some foxtrot dancers. The crowd were really enthusiastic about the Checkmates hits set and Raye got a huge reception for the drum routine. The resonance from the bass had still been a problem on stage at times, but we hoped it hadn't carried out front. Actually we had no complaints about the band sound - only compliments!
I was pleased to see the band wives up and dancing a few times (Jacqui looked very graceful powered by house gin and tonic) and I recollect that Raye's missus Val was really enjoying herself dancing to quite a few songs - maybe also powered by gin and tonic?
As we approached the end of the night, once again we were indulged with several encores; and we stretched the stringent license conditions by a few minutes with our final encore: I think it was "Jailhouse Rock"? This worked surprisingly well with Raye's mini snare and cymbal kit.
Once again we finished to great applause and lots of people came up to wish us well as we left the stage. Packing up was hard work again, but Raye had a drummer pal dismantling his kit so he could mingle while we worked. As we were loading up I was relieved to see Raye looking in better shape than the previous night but I 'shooed' him away from loading Grahams car as I manhandled the combo in - just to be on the safe side! This may have led to a misunderstanding whereby Raye then said his goodbyes and set off for home thinking his work was all done when, in fact, he had forgotten to collect the band fee and driven off in my coat!?! Graham popped upstairs to the club to sort out the fee and said he would straighten money out with Raye the next day. So we shook hands on that and Jacqui and I departed for our lodgings - creeping in about 1am. Next day after a fine breakfast we popped up to Raye's house to swap coats. Raye was apologetic, blaming it on a senior moment; but we had a good laugh and talked about maybe doing one of the London rock'n'roll reminiscence gigs in the future. Jacqui and I set off for home hoping for an easy run. Not to be! The Dartford tunnel was choc-a-block and in the end we diverted off into central London to go through the Blackwall tunnel and then headed up the A12 for home. So it was well after 2pm when we finally got home: tired but pleased with a good weekend.
Approaching showtime the hall was full. I set up Raye's mic so Trevor could make an announcement about the drink situation. After that I quickly reinstated Raye's mic and then we were announced on acoustically by the Chairman. We followed much the same sets as the previous night. We did omit a few songs because time was tighter as other things were going on: e.g. there was a buffet and a raffle (Jacqui won a bottle of wine!) But in general the band was more together and relaxed; and we were astounded by the reception we got. It had been good the previous night, but on the Saturday it was even better. The audience responded like true fans: they applauded madly, they danced the rock'n'rollers and the slowies; and even 'of their time' songs like "Mr Sandman" brought out some foxtrot dancers. The crowd were really enthusiastic about the Checkmates hits set and Raye got a huge reception for the drum routine. The resonance from the bass had still been a problem on stage at times, but we hoped it hadn't carried out front. Actually we had no complaints about the band sound - only compliments!
I was pleased to see the band wives up and dancing a few times (Jacqui looked very graceful powered by house gin and tonic) and I recollect that Raye's missus Val was really enjoying herself dancing to quite a few songs - maybe also powered by gin and tonic?
As we approached the end of the night, once again we were indulged with several encores; and we stretched the stringent license conditions by a few minutes with our final encore: I think it was "Jailhouse Rock"? This worked surprisingly well with Raye's mini snare and cymbal kit.
Once again we finished to great applause and lots of people came up to wish us well as we left the stage. Packing up was hard work again, but Raye had a drummer pal dismantling his kit so he could mingle while we worked. As we were loading up I was relieved to see Raye looking in better shape than the previous night but I 'shooed' him away from loading Grahams car as I manhandled the combo in - just to be on the safe side! This may have led to a misunderstanding whereby Raye then said his goodbyes and set off for home thinking his work was all done when, in fact, he had forgotten to collect the band fee and driven off in my coat!?! Graham popped upstairs to the club to sort out the fee and said he would straighten money out with Raye the next day. So we shook hands on that and Jacqui and I departed for our lodgings - creeping in about 1am. Next day after a fine breakfast we popped up to Raye's house to swap coats. Raye was apologetic, blaming it on a senior moment; but we had a good laugh and talked about maybe doing one of the London rock'n'roll reminiscence gigs in the future. Jacqui and I set off for home hoping for an easy run. Not to be! The Dartford tunnel was choc-a-block and in the end we diverted off into central London to go through the Blackwall tunnel and then headed up the A12 for home. So it was well after 2pm when we finally got home: tired but pleased with a good weekend.



