I apologise for another late appearance; Once again Mirth has journeyed into the rural whereabouts of this New Zealand. What did she find? A strange festival created by young minds and the music of a new generation of Kiwi kids. Set alongside a creek, amidst the native bush – there’s nothing like playing a guitar in camp with the accompaniment of friends indulging in Gin Rummy and Gin and Tonics.
Recorded this Friday gone, I hope you will enjoy it’s atmospheric pleasures.