21/12/2024
Could there be a more perfect band to play on the bleak fringes of Bodmin Moor? On Wednesday, I opened the door and in came The Unthanks for my final gig of the year, a sell out. They slowed pieces of Winter music down and put in minor chords to make it sound more melancholy. The sisters’ harmonies mixed up with that, which was beautiful. There were 60 Christmas trees in the church, making it hard to set up all the tech stuff, but it was about the overall effect really: the visual jolliness contrasted with the fragile music. I was walking out after the concert ended when Rachel Unthank said she liked the homecooked dinner very much and asked if I wanted to go to the pub. I thought everyone was going but it was just 5 people; Becky, Adrian, Rachel, Dawn French, and her husband Mark. They all knew each other so I wondered if I should have gone because they were making eye contact with each other more than they were with me. After a few drinks, it was fine though. Dawn was funny talking about scones for ages. Just before we went, Becky lost an earring. It took ages to find it. We were relieved, partly as it was found and partly because we all wanted to go. The bar staff wiped surfaces that were already clean to show they did too. I drove off, feeling pleased with the concert, but also that I’d made Dawn French laugh at a couple of dumb jokes.