It’s an annoying feeling, worrying about a six hour train journey and being excited about a gig at the same time. Ambivalence, I believe it is called. Of course one of the great things about living three hundred miles away from your university is that if people invite you to events such as ‘Drink So Much Your Eyes Dissolve’, you have one very good excuse not to go. However, when we had the chance to play a festival, a genuine festival, how could I turn that down? Eastleigh Festival is a three day event featuring not only local bands, but also big names playing, such as headliner Badly Drawn Boy, for example. The beer even has its own tent (which I assume works like Santa‘s Grotto, in that you go in, sit on a bartender, they ask you if you‘ve been good during the festival, and then someone dressed as  a  can of lager gives you a pint).

Over the course of three days the festival attracts over 15,000 people, and whilst it would be rather naïve to assume that they will all be there to watch us, we only need to get a hundred and thirty people in the crowd for it to have been the biggest audience we’ve ever played to. And the best thing about this is that because it’s a festival, the people in the audience will be genuine music lovers. Which is always a bonus. The problem with pub gigs is that they are, as fundamentally defined by their title, held in pubs. Now there are lots of great music pubs, and they’re fun to perform in, but the problem is that these nights aren’t exclusive to the music. There will still be people sitting at the back, who simply want a drink and a chat, and have to listen to all these bands and cheering. But at the festival, the crowd will be made up of people who want to see live music. These should be the kind of people who will stand there and listen to four or five bands, only leaving because their legs get tired, or they want to go back to Carlsberg Claus and his magical grotto.

I think I have already mentioned somewhere down the line about when bands bring their fans, who then leave after their set. I’m pretty hopeful that this sort of thing won’t happen at Eastleigh. So, after watching the television coverage of Muse headlining Glastonbury I’ve been inspired. I can’t wait to get behind the drum kit and play through our songs with the band. We were meant to be treating this as our last gig, but things keep happening, so it seems as though we might be carrying on, even after we’re meant to stop, like Bruce Willis when he doesn’t know that he’s dead. But last gig or not, I’m going to enjoy this one, and play my heart out, because that is what being in a band is all about. I suppose I should just mention that the music during the day (I.e. us, and loads of other local bands, such as the awesome Scarlet Soho) is completely free, and there are tonnes of other things to do at the festival, not just music, so if you’ve got nothing to do on Saturday 10th July why not come along? Now if you’ll excuse me, I have six hours on the train to prepare for…