Gig - Betfred Gold Cup - Sandown Park Race Course

So fresh from Talent Trail we got in the truck and drove down to London for the Betfred Gold Cup. Not to bet, but because the Bootleg Beatles were playing! Always good for a larff!

We got down on Friday evening, and found that we could only build one stack, as one side of the stage was a 55degree slope. we Managed to get round it by reducing site lines a little and went to our hotel.

Working on race course stuff has one feature that is both a pro and a con. This is the time you are not allowed to make sound past in the day before the show.

Today this time was 10am.

Pro - You get to rest all day

Con - You have to be on site at 7am

This is how the rest time progressed:

Lampy Si preparing the show to look its best!
















We went for a walk into a local London neighbour hood (We went though a closed gate to get to this road. We got to the other end and there was another one which said no public access. Quite impressive!)
















But the garage do get robbed by mysterious alien creatures...
















We watched some grumpy horses before they went racing
















We saw lots of people getting drunk whilst having a partial interest in some beasts running round in a circle on a field
















OOo look, famous person! Frankie Dettori! I recognise the person in the back ground with the massive forehead and big nose as well, but I'm not too sure on his name.
















And a Channel 4 racing presenter
















And then, it gets better Frankie Dettori and Laurence Delalio!





















Then out of the corner of my eyes, I see something, I wasn't sure at first, but yes it is, its the Beatles. Resurrected! Oh wait... That's the reason We're here in the first place. The Bootleg Beatles on stage.
















Our new service. For places where FOH mixes are not possible. Bring a digital desk, a wireless router and do it on your laptop. Now that is cool!
















Then the show finished. We packed up. And went home. Blinding. 'Twas all rather good fun!