Mr C and I used to love going to music gigs and festivals. Our first holiday was to a music festival followed by a week camping in the New Forest, less said about that the better (there was a body bag). Sundays were spent at the Sunday Joint, a Leeds nightclub where you could eat a Sunday roast as you watched live music. It was mostly jazz music. Not jaaaaaaaaaaaz music but cool jazz music. We loved the music scene, we used to attend lots of gigs and we even watched Graham Cox play under the railway arches of Leeds train station.
Music Is Important
For both of us, music has been an important part of our lives. As a teenager my Friday nights were spent at a live music venue where you danced along to Acid Jazz pretending to be a cool cat. There were gigs and my first big concert involved me fainting just as Damon Albarn walked on stage. In my defence it was Damon Albarn and I had been snogging his poster on my wall for the previous two years. Mr C had spent his formative years on a far cooler music scene, he grew up in Manchester which has a plethora of live music venues and cool clubs compared to my rather crappy Colchester. On a side note, I did appear very briefly in the background of “Soldier Town”. One of the first docusoaps that documented the lives of some squaddies and their girlfriends. It didn’t paint Colchester in the best light and I was mortified that this aired just as I started university.
I digress. At some point Mr C and I started paying less interest in music. What had once been a shared passion somehow became less important. I suspect it started when we had children. You can’t play your music full blast when you have a sleeping baby in the house. Then when those babies grow older they don’t want to listen to your music, they just want to listen to Mr Tumbles before they graduate to One Direction. They then start listening to this on loop and your ears start bleeding, and as a result the last thing you want to do is to listen to any music of any kind. However, this year we have vowed to try and find a little bit of ourselves pre-children. This is more me wanting to find myself as I might be having a a midlife crisis. I know, I know! But this year is a landmark year when it comes to my age, yes, 21 again peeps. I’m in complete denial. Very few people actually know my age. Closely guarded secret, even more guarded than the Queen’s Royal Jewels.
Jersey Weekender Here We Come!
Anyway, as part of my midlife crisis and our plan to do more things as a couple, we have booked to go to the Jersey Weekender before we even know all of the acts that are attending. However, it just took one act to convince us that we had to get tickets. The first Weekender act to be announced is Rag ’n’ Bone Man. Yes, Brit winner Rag ’n’ Bone man is coming to Jersey. It’s not often that we get to see amazing music artists on our little island and this makes Jersey Weekender a festival that is not to be missed!
Rag ’n’ Bone Man released his debut album Human in February 2017 to wide critical acclaim. His album has now sold more than a million copies in the UK to date, with the title single, Human, selling more than a million copies. He is a performer that unites generations. Everyone loves him and his phenomenal voice. Last year he was one of the most watched performances at Glastonbury. This year he promises to raise the roof on Jersey. If you are thinking of buying a ticket then do so before it’s too late. There are still some super saver tickets left.
The second annual Weekender Jersey Festival takes place on 1st & 2nd September 2018 at The Royal Jersey Showground, Trinity, Jersey. You can get flights from all of the major UK airports to Jersey. Why not come to the festival and make a holiday out of it.
Tickets are available via weekenderjersey.com
Hurry though, the Rag ’n’ Bone man is now out of the bag so those tickets won’t be around for long! See what I did there 😉