If you follow me on social media – and I assume you do, because where else would you have found this blog? – you will know by now that after 2,5 years COVID finally got me as well. I’m doing okayish on day 5, but the first few days have been difficult for several reasons. Do I know where I caught it? Sadly, yes, pretty much. It was just shit timing to visit the UK to see Frank Turner play some shows. There has been enough of Frank here, so instead look at some photos of lovely Shropshire.
Ruins at Wenlock Priory, Shropshire, UKMuch Wenlock, Shropshire, UKRuins of Buildwas Abbey, Shropshire, UKTiled Floor at Buildwas Abbey, Shropshire, UK
It’s always difficult to not compare similar events with each other, right? This was my 3rd Lost Evenings Festival and yes it was very different from the first two for me. But it was just as much the same. It’s Frank Turner’s Lost Evenings, for crying out loud.
Lost Evenings Billboard at the Venue
Compared to my previous two LE’s in 2017 and 2018 in London, I did less “socialising with new people” and I’m not quite sure yet how I (should) feel about that. I spent time or at least chatted with / said Hello to quite a few people I’ve gotten to know over the years from Germany, Europe and North America. And that’s always lovely. Each night I had people I know from other gigs and/or social media around me. I easily chatted with the people I didn’t know around me in the queue or at the barrier. Which I wouldn’t have and in fact did not do during my first few years at Frank Turner shows. My main objective for going to LE wasn’t to make tons of new friends. So why do I feel like I failed in that regard? Lots of reasons, probably, and most of them all in my head, which is a never-ending story.
One of my main other reasons to not socialise as much was still the pandemic, I guess. I tried to limit my time inside closed rooms as much as I could. (And yes, I could not NOT be in the venue right after the doors opened). I watched a few selected panels, the one with Frank mostly, because… he IS the reason I’m doing “this” (being a fangirl) after all. But I didn’t join any other group activity like pubs or sightseeing outings and such.
Stats | Some song stats, because I’m a nerd. In my count the Frank played 95 songs in total. 18 of those he and the Sleeping Souls played twice, 77 only once. Which is quite impressive, especially considering that the lyrics of many songs have so, so, so many words. He played two of the five rarer ones I had hoped for, which is good. There are just too many songs to choose from. Songs I heard him play live for the first time this weekend? The rarer ones of EKMB, for sure, like “Nights Become Days”. The Solo/Duo Night was only the second time I heard “Worse Things Happen At Sea”. And of course, I was thrilled to hear “Pass It Along” once again.
Most surprising to me rarer ones, he chose to play: “Oh Brother” for some reason and “Bar Staff”. I’m so glad I had the chance to sing along to some of my old favourites and especially twice to some of my new ones. All those FTHC songs, which speak to me in my current not always best state of mental health.
Women Power | All the panels with Frank (and the Sleeping Souls) were wonderful, entertaining, insightful. But my favourite might have been the “Women in Music” one, which shone a light on the many disadvantages women (in punk bands, but in the industry in general) are still facing. Some of the stories the women from Berries and also Tre and Silke from the production side of it told, were horrible. Sexist and rude and all. Not surprising though, because we’ve all had our share of these experiences as well, right? I’m glad some things seem to be changing, but it’s a slow and tedious process and as a music fan I once again felt empowered to do my bit. Listen to more music from women. Go to more gigs from female bands. Talk about it and share it…
This weekend I also had the chance to meet two female artists, I really like, which was lovely. I had met Jess Guise after the show on Monday already, but it was nice to chat to her again on Saturday with a few more of her Patreons. A very cool surprise was to see Grace Petrie arrive at the venue and other fans daring to ask her for a photo and such, so I did as well. It was just a quick chat, but I was of course over the moon to have her say “I’m thrilled your wearing that shirt” to me.
Grace Petrie and me
Souvenirs | I didn’t buy and LE merch this time and I’ve got all the FTHC merch I like. The new Pet Needs shirt was sold out in my size, so I allowed myself to spend a probably insane amount of money on a set of unique (only a few of this kind exist) Christmas Ornaments. Which I probably hang / put anywhere but a Christmas tree, because I don’t usually do one. These were items to raise funds for the Ally Coalition, one of the few charities Frank and his team are working with. This one helps LGBTQ+ youth in the US and LGBTQ+ is a cause dear to my heart, so I thought: You saved on merch, it’s a good cause. go for it!
LE V Ampelmännchen Souvenirs
And now I’m off meditating, journaling or anything to get that new “Oh, you’re so stupid and not worthy” thought out of my head. Trying to bring back the uplifting, life-affirming power I have felt at all my five Frank gigs this week. Wish me luck…
One of the things I like about this island / this beach is the vast emptiness. It’s the height of summer and there are still not too many people around. Vastness. No crowds. Just what I needed right now. Sand and a strong breeze though is something to get used to 🙂
Ameland Beach, July 2022
I spent yesterday afternoon down at the beach. I didn’t take the popup beach tent, because I already thought it bee too much of a hassle to put it up and back together on my own with the breeze going. And I was probably right. I don’t know. I enjoyed the time there, just resting, reading, listening to audio books. From previous outings I expected my things to be dusted / covered in sand after a while and prepared for that. I didn’t even mind my skin slowly being dusted with sand constantly been blown over to me from the left. Until I started packing my things together and for some reason got hit with quite a bit of sand in my left eye. Ouch! It probably wasn’t even that much, but holy shit, that hurt. And blinded me for a while. No matter how much I tried to wash it out it felt like grains of salt still stuck under my eyelids now almost 20 hours later. I went back to my apartment and the first thing after putting my things down, was to shower the sand on my arms and legs off me.
What else did I do? Read the various fiction / non fiction books. Went back to another part of the beach around sunset to snap a few more photos.
Sunset on Ameland, July 2022
Came back to read some more. Went to bed. Perfectly lazy day. I’m glad I’m a bit over the “I’m on vacation and need to do something” dread and that I’m quite fine with just doing nothing. Today is my last day here and I guess it will go much like yesterday and that’s fine.