The Giant Sand concert was lots of fun.
Before the gig, Jessica and I cooked up a kitchen full of tex-mex goodies. Catherine, Chris and Karin all partook of the munchables and we got into the spirit of things.
The concert was being held, quite literally, at the end of our street (and our street isn’t very long). So we strolled out the front door, walked a few steps and we were there.
A band called Lazarus Clamp (from Leicester, I think) were playing when we arrived. They were quite good - reminded me a bit of The Go-Betweens.
Next up was an American band called Noah John. They were great; good countrified fun that got the audience nicely warmed up.
Then Giant Sand came on and did there thing.
I’ve seen them twice before so I knew to expect the unexpected. They played some songs, jammed around and generally made lots of noise. This time, they had a trumpet player and a fiddle player with them (as well as the two French backing singers they had last time I saw them in Freiburg).
Everyone had a good time, Howe Gelb included. They seem to like Brighton:
"Nice beach. That’s some odd sand you’ve got there… very large."
Here are some pictures of the concert.