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| the courtyard of a highland
castle is a good place for a music festival so long as the weather is merciful-- and even if it's not, things have a way of working themselves out. the rain came on slow, then hard, and stayed. the first band was a family act, father & four kids, drummer son the youngest, the wind billowed the tarp that barely covered the small stage, puddles formed around the equipment and i thought of mirek's tale of two different bands who lost their lead singers when microphones electrocuted them during performances. "the sound man here is very important," he understated. when thunder rolled they finally pulled the plug, broke everything down and then quickly set up again under white arched colonnade, which was a big improvement and the long narrow space made for a unique arrangement of both band and audience. uz jsme doma played. |
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