NEFFA seems to have a regular effect on my group, Sidekicks. Pete Kraemer, my partner, regularly gets a bad cold on NEFFA weekend -- and kindly passes it on to me and Jennifer. Sadly, it seems to have worked that way this year, too. Pete and I got through his blues workshop in so-so fashion, and somehow managed to do possibly our best set ever (at least as a duo) on Sunday morning. By mid-afternoon, we were the walking wounded, and got Jennifer to leave possibly earlier than she might have, just because we were so "out of it."
As for other sets, I didn't see many -- I'm a terrible 'audient,' but an enthusiastic participant, because I'd rather DO than HEAR, if you see what I mean. Unfortunately, one I tried to take part in didn't work, because my guitar was slightly low (new strings, that afternoon), not to mention the cellphone that went off, despite my supposedly "silent" setting. My participation in that workshop (tune-writning) wasn't what I had in mind.
Anyway, we thought Sunday's attendance was sort of sparse, probably due to the weather. Watching the morris dancers (who perform outdoors) use umbrellas as rappers was interesting, I must say.