What wonderful stories - you can almost feel the respect people have for the performers.

Took a mate to a Fairport concert back in the 70's. He was a definite non-folkie and very reluctant to go, but by the end of the night he was an instant convert. He could not believe that the sound was coming just from the band; he was convinced that they were using some sort of backing tape.

But my favourite memory? Twas a wednesday night and suggested to the girlfriend we go to the Polaris Inn to see this new band called The Bushwackers, Bullockies and Booze Band. Got to the pub only to find that they weren't playing that night - it was the following night. Oh well, we'll go in and have a few beers anyway. Sitting in the lounge on our lonesomes when who should come in but the band to do a full rehearsal. So, we were an audience of two, seeing and meeting a great band who were just starting out on their road to fame.

Allan