91. Is the Grass Greener? A grunge duo playing in a village hall surrounded by sheep

Friday 31 March 2023

How is it the last day of March already? We will be leaving March with a gig. In the midst of the Ettrick Valley, about fifteen miles from the nearest town or even village. That is most definitely a first for me in terms of remoteness of gig. Actually, it’s a first for me for more reasons.

The band is called Heyzeus. I had wondered if it would be “Hey, Zeus!” or “Jesus”. I now know it’s “Jesus”; I’m now wondering if that’s because of the singer’s look. I have probably never bought tickets to a gig when I have never even heard of the performers. Or even known the kind of music. I had thought, “Middle of nowhere, maybe some kind of folk band or maybe a bit early Sigur Ros”. We have also not been out in the area at night time and it’s also our first time meeting some of our neighbours, though slightly worryingly our tickets are numbers 3 and 4.

Anyway, it turns out (Google) that he, Jamie, was on The Voice, they are a duo (and also a couple), with her, Jess, playing drums. I love that he was a busker in Tunbridge Wells and is now living with Jess in Berwick upon Tweed and giving yoga and meditation classes. They appear to be performing in the Boston Village Hall in Ettrick Valley tonight, as well as Tunbridge Wells, London and LA. They are kind of Nirvana/Pearl Jam rocky grunge.  So maybe that’s why they’re playing in a village hall with only a few houses, flocks of sheep and otherwise very little around that can be affected by loud music. Disappointingly, my friend Nicky isn’t arriving until Monday, I think it’d have been her kind of music and I’d have enjoyed surprising her with tickets for a gig in the middle of the countryside while she’s staying.

I have no idea what it’ll be like tonight but I hope the hall is full. From everything I’ve just read and heard of them, I’m confident they’ll be really good and worth every penny of the £6.50 ticket.

As for other March things, we have frog spawn in our pond and in various ditches and puddles. I can’t recall seeing, watching or being astonished by frog spawn since I was at school.

Yesterday, I finished painting the banister in all its multicolour glory. We’re both really impressed with it and it’s a joy not having a fully white stairwell.