It’s been a bit of a busy week. Miss Wednesday has been busy with performing attire for her alter ego (me!) and The Incredible Miss Tanya to wear on stage on Friday night. Full circles, naturally, but in a heavy black leopard flock. Not the nicest of fabrics with which to work but very, very effective when done. There was a bit of muttering from the Wednesday Witch when Miss Sara (bless her) just happened to mention that the black leopard flock fabric made lovely skirts and wouldn’t that be a nice thing for Friday’s gig but Miss W knuckled down and got them done.
Regular readers may recall my involvement with a folk band/collective called “The Changing Room” and the fun they had at the Looe Music Festival. There has been much fun and games involving live BBC radio, a lot of airplay and good reviews and the recording of a cracking new album, Behind the Lace, due for release in the Spring. Then, a couple of months ago, The Incredible Tanya informed the me that she and Sam Kelly had written a new song which had been translated into Cornish to take part in this year’s Kan Rag Kernow competition at the Penventon Hotel in Redruth. If we managed to win it, we’d have the honour of going on a lovely jolly to Derry in Ireland at Easter to represent Cornwall in the annual Pan Celtic Song Contest. Thankfully, it was Sam who had to master most of the difficult Cornish lyrics (it’s not the easiest of languages and I’ve rarely heard it spoken well) but, my goodness, he cracked it. Hal-an-Tow will hopefully become popular and sung on a regular basis in sessions all round the county as it’s very catchy indeed. (The English lyrics are lovely, too, and somewhat easier to master.)
Attire for the competition was slightly tricky as we wanted to project a coherent image, rather than looking like a rag-tag bunch of hippies, but we also didn’t want to look like “comedy Cornish”! The flag of St Piran is black with a white cross and Tanya decreed that we’d be dressed in black. Black? Do I look like the kind of girl who wears…? Oh, wait. Once a Goff, always a Goff. That’s alright then. Although I didn’t have a plain black skirt suitable for harping. (It’s the “cello” effect. You simply can’t play a harp in a straight, tight or short skirt, unless you want to traumatise the audience and reveal what you had for breakfast, if you know what I mean.) Miss Sara mentioned the stash of black leopard fabric that I’d clean forgotten about and how lovely her skirt in that fabric was. So that was that. Two full circle leopard skirts required for Friday. Stat.
The skirts looked great under the lights. We’re going to have to do something about the boys, though. They had found the dodgiest selection of ties on the planet and Jamie had some buttonhole droop issues. Thankfully they’re a good-looking bunch and they can get away with anything.
But it was an immensely entertaining night. Imagine a Cornish version of the European Song Contest* and that’s pretty much what you get. Beards a-plenty. I had offered to grow one but there wasn’t much time. Beard of the Night went to Matt Blewett, who probably ought to come to Ireland with us as our mascot.
How did the gig go, you ask? Oh, well, we won.
So we’re off to Derry at Easter! But before that, we’ll be playing the Falmouth Folk and Cider Festival on Saturday 28th March 2015. Come and say hello!
And if you should be wondering what we sound like, visit the music page of our website here and have a listen.
* Re the Eurovision thing. Jokes have been made. I actually woke up in a cold sweat on Friday morning, having been in the middle of the nightmare that it was the Eurovision we were doing rather than the Pan Celtic. It wasn’t a good dream and I behaved quite badly in it but I should like to say in my defence that I would NEVER be that rude to Graham Norton in real life…