WARNING: Due to the name of one of my bands, censors will not be applied. Read at your own discretion.

So, a lot has happened for me this last weekend. I got my (new) website up and running, had a bunch of rehearsals with three different bands, and played Hockley Hustle in Nottingham for the first time with the lefty punk band I'm a part of, Those Fucking Snowflakes. I even mentioned it on my Live page.

The band's legacy predates me, with early support from Tom Robinson of BBC 6music from when their debut song, Stop Being Dickheads To Each Other, was released in early October of 2019. I chanced upon them in a Facebook group for musicians in Northwest England in February of this year (2024), when a post had been put out by the band seeking a drummer. I made the cut, and my drumming improved by leaps and bounds since I became part of their number. No recordings with me exist yet, but this'll soon be rectified with a studio day in November. We have, however, played at least five times together, and Hockley Hustle in Nottingham was our most recent.

I wish I could show you how we were playing that day, but setting up was an organisational nightmare for all involved. That said, everyone, from the stage manager to the sound engineer to the band all pulled it off with a great deal of aplomb. The sound was fantastic. The atmosphere was simply electrifying, on and off stage. The audience were singing along with us to one of our newer, soon-to-be-released songs, No Sky for Rishi. Billy Bootleggers, the venue where we played on Sunday, had such a small stage that there was no room for anyone to put up a tripod with a camera to film us.

But who knows? Perhaps there's merit in our performance being the stuff of spoken legend /j

All I can say is, in the world of live music I'm a “baby performer," but this baby has played her first music festival, and it was a great one.