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STEELEYE SPAN - NETTLEBED
FOLK CLUB PHOTOGRAPHS by NICK CLARK USED HERE BY THE KIND PERMISSION OF THE PHOTOGRAPHER STEELEYE SPAN AT NETTLEBED 2000 Nettlebed Oxfordshire 3rd July 2000 Nettlebed Folk Club, the largest purely folk venue in the country again played host to Steeleye Span this year as part of the clubs 25th anniversary. It says something about the place that old time Spanners Maddy Prior and Rick Kemp have already raised the rafters along with Fairport, Show of Hands and the main man Martin Carthy himself. And that ’s just their guest list up to now this year! Tap into www.nettlebed.freeserve.co.uk to see who’s still to come.For the outsider then, like myself, there ’s quite a kick in just going through the doors into the hallowed hall of folk, especially to see a group that have been at the top of the tree for three decades.The band were already on stage when I arrived – sound checking and giving an early taster of what was to come to Nettlebed members in the adjacent bar. The hours put in really paid off because the concert was crystal clear through superb equipment.This gig and the one the day before at the music festival in Ludlow were very difficult ones for the band. They were in the middle of selecting and rehearsing new material for their forthcoming studio album when they had to break off to honour their live commitments. No surprise then when they played pretty much the identical set with which they toured last Autumn. Not that that bothered me much nor indeed anybody else. The atmosphere is great at Nettlebed and the performance – even given that the band faced going into the studio the following day was simply terrific.
Just to remind you of what was on the set list, - Erin (dedicated by Gay to Johnny Cash), Horkstow Grange, The Old Turf Fire, I Wish that I Never
Was Wed and One True Love comprised the representatives from the most recent
album. Again in the latter, Tim Harries soloed on his six string bass. The sheer
intensity of this solo was unbelievable. I was left just praying that there
would Outside of the recent stuff there was an outing for the Tolkienesque Longbone by Bob. I ’d like to hear him play a bit more up front and I think it’s time to return to ‘Tempted and Tried’ for ‘The Fox’ or ‘Three Butchers’. Bob is a modest man and of late he has been content to allow other group members to come through – he doesn’t have anything to prove after all but notwithstanding the band is bursting with talent and ideas just now, I’d like to see a couple more songs in the show that are exclusively his.
Perhaps we are seeing the band hardening their music style. We again heard ‘The Stuttering Lovers’ played on tour last year. It’s no problem for the group to get that sound and Gay is as happy with a loud rocky number as with her beautiful Irish ballads I couldn’t close my appraisal of the evening without a word about the stand- in drummer Dave Mattacks. As I’m sure you’re all aware now, if you’ve been following the news on this site, Dave has signed up for the record and the Autumn tour. What a great guy! I think he is the preferred choice of all the percussionists for most fans. With his years in the business there is nothing he can’t handle and he seems to get into the vibe that is Steeleye very quickly and has a rapport with the entire band.
After the Show It was great to see the band again after the concert. They are the most polite group you could imagine. After two hours sound checking and another two hours gigging you'd have thought all they wanted to do was rush off into a quiet room somewhere. In fact they were quite willing to chat and sign album covers. Gay was as welcoming as only the Irish can be and Bob had time to lament that a guitarist has too many amps and bits of equipment to pack up. I suggested he took up the flute and he amended that to the violin before looking wistfully across the stage to where Peter and his gear had been! The group posed willingly (well under cajoling from Gay) for this website’s pictures and I staggered away for a two and a half-hour journey home just after midnight. What a night! Nick Clark Nick Clark |