Despite my reservations, it turned out to be quite enjoyable. We decided not to get in as early as we could but stopped for a pub lunch on the way. On balance, probably not a saving compared to buying from the concession stands inside but, hot damn, we got to make our choice (and thumbs up for The Halfway House – much quieter than it should have been under that sheltered pergola enjoying their garden).
I think Chick Corea, with the Spanish Heart Band, was probably worth the price of admission all by themselves. The communication – and camaraderie – between the musicians was fantastic; I love gigs where you know you had to be there to experience that performance. It was also the first time where I’ve seen a dancer as a featured soloist.
Snarky Puppy were also pretty good, although they took longer than Chick’s group to get past the sound issues (as a musician, it is perversely heartening to see that even big acts like these don’t get the perfect sound from the off in these kind of settings) and the other acts we watched in the Big Top (Orphy Robinson, Judi Jackson and Tim Garland) were all great. Along with other acts we saw more in passing, I think it was worthwhile in the end.