Band Photographs
YACKANDANDAH FOLK FESTIVAL - MARCH 2002 |
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| This was certainly a festival to remember - though some members of the band would rather forget it - you'll find out why if you keep reading. |
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| We've only been on the road for 20 minutes and I'm bored already. Will we get there soon? |
We will Niggle, we will - just be patient - and if you don't stop your whinging I'm going to get really angry, really quickly... |
Niggle and Josh showing off in front of the Hollbrook submarine. |
| We arrived in typcial Katyusha fashion i.e late. After a 4 1/2 hour drive with a few scenic stops along the way, we made it into Yackandandah at 8:30pm - we were due to start playing at 9:00. First thing we did was get lost and had to call our hosts for directions. Got to our billet's house at 8:35 - Chris and Graeme had been there for over an hour. Greg and Sharon, our wonderful hosts and personal sponsor of Katyusha's appearance at the festival quickly plied us with beer and food. It was then off to the pub for our first gig where we grabbed another beer each and got stuck into a 2 hour set. The crowd went wild and people were soon up and dancing and we had lots of fun. |
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| You two still showing off! And Josh, I thought we told you at Majors creek to stop being rude! |
Friday night at the Yack pub. The crowd goes wild. |
Josh putting on his makeup in preparation for our Friday night gig. |
| On Saturday we had a bit of an explore round the property. There was concern as to why Greg, one of our hosts, a Plastic Surgeon, had two 3-legged animals on the farm - and would we survive the weekend with our limbs in tact? Thankfully we did. |
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| Saturday morning - Mick catches up on all the local gossip. |
Now just make sure you keep your hands to yourself Nigel! |
Does it bite? |
| Saturday night we kilted up for our gig. Christina Olsen who'd just come off stage looked at with a cross between amusement and bewilderment. Was it anything to do with the fact that Nigel had been co-erced (yeah, lot of prompting needed) into wearing a tartan mini-skirt and fairy wings supplied by the girlies staying at the same house. Thankfully he stopped short of being fully made up. Strangely enough, the audience which mainly consisted of more serious music-goers weren't into it at all. The program notes should have been enough to warn them what they were in for. |
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| Graeme sceams out the traditional Bayles family warcry. |
Saturday night we all kilted up - the old-un's in the audience weren't impressed. |
You reckon it had anything to do with Niggle's cleaver, tartan mini-skirt and fairy wings? |
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| Josh playing his fiddle like a demon. |
One of the many strange things in Greg and Sharon's house. |
What is it with you and those wings! |
| Sunday morning was spent recovering from massive hangovers with lots of coffee and water for everyone and then down to the pub for a pint or two before our afternoon gig. |
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| You guys seedy? - Not half as much as you Nigel - surprised you even managed to get out of bed this morning. |
Our esteemed host Greg. |
The band has a quick pint before tackling the Sunday afternoon gig. |
| We played our Sunday arvo gig and everyone teased a certain member of the band as he blushed and tried to keep his fingers from shaking and legs from wobbling. Ah, what a great little festival. We look forward to inflicting ourselves on you again. |
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