More Dragonsfly

Here we go, kicking and screaming into the modern age. And appropriately for a scary birth it is performed in a maelstrom of wetness. Regardless, Sunday saw a trip to Coombe Lodge to see Dragonsfly, a local band of fine musicians covering an extreme range of instruments. Using a basis of drums and electric bass (six strings - count 'em) and overlaid with mandolin, bouzouki, hurdy gurdy, various sax and other wind things, bagpipes (probably more technical than that) an acoustic guitar and probably a whole lot more besides. The weather stayed fine throughout making it one of the rarer outdoor experiences this summer. Even better was the band's ability to get people dancing. Quite a feat but, really, essential in any type of band that wants to have an interaction with their audience. A stunning session. So good that even the opening act who, in true folk singer style, appeared somewhat depressed, was seen to be dancing with reckless enjoyment for most of their set.
Snap them up fast when they appear near you.

When can I reveal my true distaste for the appropriately named Dire Straits?

From Drangonsfly