Camborne Town Band

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Between now and early May, track our progress as we aim to progress up the sections of the Spring Festival qualifying competitions for the British Open. Will it be a rollercoaster of a ride, or will it be all donkey droppings on Blackpool Beach?? Stay logged in to stay up to date with the latest developments.

Sunday 27th March

So what are the connotations of all this, or what in fact does connotations mean?? Who are we up against, who is this young whippersnapper of a conductor, and how does the contest work? As you can probably guess, the band do not have a rehearsal on Easter Sunday, leaving yours truly plenty of time to get this year's literary masterpiece underway.

Following the disappointment of not qualifying for London, and once Truro Contest is out of the way, the band will settle down on some hard graft on Connotations by Edward Gregson. So much has happened in the last few months, that it is only fair to update you readers to the roller-coaster which is Camborne Town Band – here we go…

Since the London Diary came to a close, the band have been under the direction of Graham Barker. Unfortunately, due to a number of external situations, Graham has now found he can no longer dedicate the time required to the band for the foreseeable future. Stepping aside, Bandmaster – Steve Thomas has stepped into the breach as he prepares the band for the remainder of the contest season, and through into the summer. For those who are not aware, Steve is studying at the University of Durham (hence our cheesy favourite from last summer ‘Durham Town’) under the direction of Ray Farr and Philip Wilby to name but a few.

A few new faces to the band – Katie Bullock on second cornet, Mark Letcher on solo horn, and Kevin Caddy on E flat bass. We also welcome back a familiar face in the form of Gormo (Jason Smith) on B flat bass.

With 2005 underway, the band went to Yeovil full of expectations under the able direction of Lt Col Chris Davis (Pete Curtis’ boss), where despite a no.1 draw, the band performed to a superb standard, however only managing a 6th place. Off to the Area, this time under the direction of Frank Renton, another no.1 draw, and this time a disappointing 5th place. By my reckoning, a 4th and a 3rd at Truro, a second in Blackpool, and lady luck should be shining on us by the time we get to Bugle!!

The band dinner awards of course have been and gone, and were as follows:

Best Performance Of 2004 – Chris Leonard (Principal Cornet) for ‘…all the flowers of the mountain…’ at the National Finals;

Bandsman of 2004 – Ian Hooper (2nd Man Down);

Best Young Player of 2004 – Vicky Kellow (Repiano);

Players Player of 2004 (voted by the band) – Eric Thomas (B flat bass)

So what is this Connotations all about then I hear you cry! 4barsrest.com have produced a quick guide to the piece - so here goes:

According to Nuttall's Standard Dictionary of the English Language 1954, connotation means "inference. that which is connoted by a term", connote means "to include in the meaning ... a term denoting a subject and implying attributes"

Connotations for Brass Band are really a series of linked and inter-related variations on an original theme. Certain motifs re-occur throughout the composition.

Something of a celebratory revival in the shape of Edward Gregson's 'Connotations' which initially made such a huge impression on the banding world when it was commissioned to be used at the 1977 National Championships, which were won by the Black Dyke Band conducted by Peter Parkes. On this day, Camborne came 4th, our best ever result.

So who are we up against and how does the contest work? Aldbourne; Alliance Brass; BHK (UK) Horden; Harrogate; Haydock; Kidlington Concert; Kingdom Brass; Longridge; Mossley; Pemberton Old; Ratby; Riddings; Soham Comrades; Thomas Coaches Mid Rhonda; Thoresby; Tongwynlais; Welwyn Graden City; Wrexham and Yeovil.

The contest itself is a progression through three sections, with the ultimate prize being a place in the British Open.

The full contest pecking order is :

The British Open

The Grand Shield

The Senior Cup

The Senior Trophy

For several years in the 1980’s the band competed in the Grand Shield, featuring in the top 10 on many occasions, however never quite managing to break into the top two qualification positions. Other local bands – Bodmin and Mount Charles have been equally unlucky to just miss out on a qualification spot – both of them achieving 3rd placings in recent years.

So why are we in the Senior Trophy, I hear you cry! In essence, it is all due to previous performance and rankings. When the band last competed in 2003, we had to enter the Senior Cup as a starting point. Unfortunately, we did not make the top six placings which would have meant promotion to the Grand Shield. As the band chose to enter the All England Masters in 2004, we did not go to Blackpool, hence attracting a low placing in the rankings for the contest. Upon entering again this year, due to the result of 2003, and non-attendance of 2004, we are in the Senior Trophy.

With a following wind, and bags of luck (which we seem hard to come by at the moment), the first time the band could take to the stage of the British Open would be 2007 – assuming promotion from the Senior Trophy this year, the Senior Cup the following year, and being placed in the top two of the Grand Shield in 2007, thus qualifying for the British Open four months later.

What of the conductor? Captain Pete Curtis sails into town once again to direct the band in their quest to reach the British Open. Pete has already directed the band for two noteable concerts, the Alan Morrison concert in 2004, and Padstow Sea Sunday, where he thrilled the crowd with his own entertaining style of compering, and dynamic direction of the band. Having just competed his Masters degree under the direction of David King, Pete is keen to make a real impact on the contest scene. (even 4 barsrest.com rate him!!)

Preparations commence on Thursday when Steve takes up the baton in order to get some of the ground work out of the way. Log in on Friday for the next installment in the Blackpool Diary’

Thursday 31st March - Concert Preparations Well Under Way

Any new-comer to the bandroom tonight could be forgiven for thinking that we are in the middle of a college course. All players clutching their pristine blue folders, all pages filled in, and Marcus accompanied by Ian Thompson frantically dashing about to ensure that all the work has been done. Tonight is the night of the Cornwall College assessment visit. No, we have not all suddenly become tax dodgers, started wearing long baggy jumpers, rather flamboyant hats with ribbons on, drinking strong cider and walking as if every bone in our body has turned to jelly, but rather the band participate in a City and Guilds college course which ultimately gives us much needed funding.

Tonight work commenced on Connotations, not until we had the chance to have a quick look at some of the music for Sunday’s concert in the Burrell Theatre – Truro. Starting with the haunting Hymn For Dianna, the band seem already to be producing the great warmth of sound which will be crucial over the next few months as we return to the contest platform. One of Chris Davis’ favourite pieces of music, it was just too long for the Yeovil programme, but will make an excellent feature as the penultimate number on Sunday.

We then proceed to dust off Roll Away Bet – the march for Bugle, but also a cracking little number in its time. More stamina practice I fear as the full DC will no doubt be required in June. Finally before we turn to the test-piece, Steve pulls out Music From The Elizabethan Court. Only looking at The Earl of Oxfords March at this time, the style and pomposity is certainly there.

After a short break, connotations is the order of the night. With a full band tonight – with the exception of our resident burgermeister Ronald Sandow, much progress is made in preparation for Captain Curtis’ visit at the end of April. We even have time for a little story about the naming of the piece. Apparently, Edward Gregson wanted to call it ‘Variations on a Fourth’, but the National contest committee thought that would be too disrespectful to Gilbert Vinter’s variations on a ninth. Hence, without any further inspiration, Connotations got its name.

To close this evening, two other movements of the Elizabethan Court get their run, and by the sound of the band, Sunday is going to be a very good concert indeed. Containing something for everyone, Rienzi, much of the Yeovil programme, and a few other traditional numbers for brass band lovers, all under the direction of the somewhat energetic Lt Col Chris Davis, it really is a concert not to be missed.

Sunday 3rd April - A Bit Of A Blow

4pm rehearsal with the Pdm (Principal Director Of Music) kicks off our marathon day of banding today. Chris Davis, family and dog in tow, travelled down during the morning to their flat overlooking the harbour in St Ives. With Chris working with the band for the rest of the day, according to him, it gave Helen a chance to get the accommodation in order, and the children to investigate quaint old St Ives.

In a way, we knew we were in for a hard day’s work as Chris opened with the line ‘ I wont thrash you this afternoon, otherwise I wont have anything left to thrash tonight!’ Indeed, the easy blowing!, one and a half hour rehearsal leaves the band with some lip left before we head off to the Barley Sheaf for a spot of tea, and for those fortunate enough to be sat with Neil, an indepth insight into the world of organ playing. For those who do not know, Neil plays the organ at a range of functions, and is available for bookings (see his player profile). Remarkably, he will do a two hour show with no music (a bit like our percussion section most of the time !!).

Much concern had been made over the lack of lighting in the Burrell Theatre. Apparently, the caretaker was not qualified to work the other lights (no HNC in switch flicking on his CV then), however after a bit of technical wizardry from Tellam (press everything in sight and see what happens), we have lights of all colour and description, and at last the percussion can see what they are supposed to be playing.

Phillip Hunt, our compere for the evening, arrives in high spirits, sporting as usual a rather flamboyant bow-tie, and with the crowd in their seats by 7.30, the band take to the stage. The first half, comprising of our Yeovil Programme, augmented with Music From The Elizabethan Court goes down an absolute storm. Gaudette full of poise and elegance, The Battle of Shiloh as breathless as ever, leading on to the sublimely crafted ‘mid All The Traffic. A whisk through merrie old England with the Earl of Oxford’s March, Pavane and the King’s Hunting Jig, before Mark Letcher took the stage to perform Evergreen. As always, this was played in Letch’s own inimitable style, and brought the house down.

The finale for this half, was Dundonnell from Hymn Of The Highlands. Bearing in mind that the music for this half had not seen the light of day since Yeovil two months ago, the band was on scintillating form, everything slotting into the correct style, as if our trip to Somerset was only a week ago.

After too short a break, the band return to this marathon concert with the ‘golden oldie’ Roll Away Bet, before launching into our Sunday treat – Hymns of Praise. L Plate gives his new solo – I know why an airing, dedicating it to Henry Matthews, who brought his wife to the concert for their 53rd wedding anniversary. He even won a box of chocolates in the raffle, so that killed two birds with one stone. Back to the classics with the Farandole, before indulging Chris and the band with the warmth and style of Hymn For Diana by Joseph Turrin. This truly is a splendid piece of writing, and I can commend it to any band looking for something just a little different for their concerts.

To the finale, and Rienzi. With lips around the band down to the bone now, the opening goes well, and we get to the allegro without a hitch. Chris now really turns on the style, and with only a twenty minute rehearsal on the piece earlier in the day, he turns out a very exciting reading, and one which I am sure will have the Hall for Cornwall crowd baying for more next week. Looking around the band as we near the end, there is much lip rubbing, faces on bells, and any attempt to rejuvenate the lip where possible grabbed with both hands. We get to the end, the hall erupts, and Chris seems delighted with the performance, even if it was a little enthusiastic by the band at times.

Monday night is a night off. To be honest, most people will need it to get their lip back in order. On Tuesday, we recommence work on Rienzi and the entertainment programme for Saturday’s Truro Contest.

Thursday 7th April - Preparations Continue

Tonight, after three nights of ever improving rehearsals, the band slot in to the groove which is the Chris Davis interpretation of Rienzi. With only a couple away tonight, the band sounds full of confidence and ready for the challenge of competing for the Cornish title. Readers will be fully aware, that in addition to the standard test piece part of the contest, this year, there is to be an entertainment section. Will we be leaping about like a bunch of hyper jack-in-the boxes, will we be wearing all sorts of outfits, whooping, clapping and clowning our way through our performance, or will we entertain with music – well, I’ll let you work that one out !

Letch is on top form tonight with his solo, and The Battle of Shilo is set to astound all of those who did not have the opportunity to hear the band at Yeovil.

We hear the good news tonight that several of our sections have now been sponsored for 2005.

The Back Row by Kelsall Steele Ltd – Squibby’s employer

The Trombones by Reg Bennett

The Horns by David Roberts (Band President)

The Basses by Kevin Caddy’s company

So it seems that the front row, Euphs and Baritones, and of course percussion are the ugly ducklings at the moment. Should anyone wish to sponsor these sections, please contact us via enquiries@cambornetownband.com.

Friday sees a complete run of both sections’ music, commencing at 7.45, listeners are advised to arrive at the bandroom in good time, a large turnout is expected.

Saturday 9th April - Double Success, and Entertaining With It

After a gap of 8 years, we are again Cornish Champions. Unfortunately, today there were only two bands in the Championship Section, ourselves, and new boys Lanner.

After seeing Bandmaster Steve Thomas direct Newquay to a very musical win earlier in the day, it is our challenge to regain the Cornish Title. Drawn in our now customary number one position, the band produces a very fine rendition of Rienzi. Chris seems delighted with the performance, and the crowd’s applause starts well before the last note ends.

Following us on, are our newly promoted friends from Lanner under the direction of Camborne old boy Stuart Chappell. We gather they too play to a high standard in their performance of Land Of The Long White Cloud. Will the adjudicator favour the orchestral type of piece or the traditional brass band one? Only time will tell.

Shortly after finishing Rienzi, we hear that we have been drawn number four in the entertainment class, the full draw being:

1 – St Breward

2 – Hayle

3 – St Dennis Youth

4 – Camborne

5 – Indian Queens.

Moving down to the waiting point off stage, we hear the hall erupt as St Dennis Youth play out of their skins, finishing with Glasnost – a lively number with Russian undertones, good stuff indeed.

As the crowd settle down, and the band prepare to commence, a ripple of chatter goes around the hall as Chris appears on stage in full dress uniform – spurs and all! Into the Battle of Shiloh we fly, leaving both the crowd and band breathless before calming things right down with Mid All The Traffic – again sublime playing. Softly Softly was perhaps a shade less polished than at Yeovil – but we were missing our secret weapon – Phil on kit. He was in Italy wooing the lovely Ariana. Letch brings the house down with Evergreen, and the look of delight on the adjudicator’s face is a picture to behold. Finishing with Dundonnell, the hall again erupts, and Brian Buckley looks thrilled with our programme.

Back in the hall, it is time for the results. Brian Buckley states that in the entertainment section the placings picked themselves, with a delightful maturity coming from the winners. With regards the Championship section, he states that whilst both bands played well, for him, one band really performed, and paid great attention to detail and note length.

Come the results and we go away happy. Two first placings, and great acclamation from the adjudicator for our performance of Rienzi. We must of course not forget the car full of special awards, as Josey wins best Euph, Best Player of the section, and Player of the Day, along with the basses and cornets who also win their section awards.

In the local hostelries later, it is a delight to catch up with our friends from Lanner and Newquay, proving to all that the true spirit of banding is strong, and that win, lose or draw, we can all have a drink and enjoy the company of our contesting counterparts without any animosity or ill feeling. Long may it continue.

Sunday will see us commence work in earnest on Connotations in a marathon three hour rehearsal with Steve.

Sunday 17th April - The Hard Work Commences

Back to it in earnest this morning as we launch into an intensive three hour rehearsal for Connotations. Everyone seems to have recovered from last weekend, and after a gentle warm up on Kenneth Downie’s Lord Of All Hopefulness, Steve starts work on the end of the test piece.

Working backwards, great work is done, even with a few players missing today. Nobby is in Dublin, Katie at the London Marathon, L plate in Exmouth, Gormo away for the weekend, and Gavin working. Despite the absentees, we have a good turn-out since some of our friends from around the County have popped in for a blow – Simon Philips on Euph, Jo Ryder-Pollard and Dave Barnes on back row, and Lee back on B flat bass.

To warm down, we play Letch’s new solo – Goodbye To Love. Awesome as ever, it is clear that Letch is turning out to be a very valuable signing indeed. And we look forward to hearing plenty of solos from him throughout the summer.

Finishing slightly earlier than planned in order to complete the ever dreaded Cornwall College folders, we head off home to work on our respective bits of the piece which have been highlighted tonight. On Thursday, Neil will be in Spain as he travels abroad to help his Mum settle back in, and we should have our all star percussion section in action in the shape of Daisy, who is coming to help us for Blackpool.

Hopefully, later this week, we hope to be able to announce two new signings – watch this space for further details. Meanwhile it is back to home practise and Connotations.

Thursday 21st April - New Faces Make Debuts

Tonight we welcomed two new faces to the band in the shape of Jessica Tredrea (3rd Cornet) and Jeremy Taylor (Tuned Percussion). Both players have joined us from the Youth Band, and are the product of many years hard work by MD Alan Pope. Both players will make their contest debut at Blackpool.

With Squibby away on business (well, actually dining in Falmouth) Dave Barnes filled the sop seat this evening. Chrissy N is still meeting up with Micky in the kids kingdom in Florida – (Micky Mouse that is, not Micky Jackson), but we have Jo Ryder-Pollard in to replace him for the eveining. The front row looks rather hearty as they shuffle around to accommodate Ian’s absence from the Blackpool line-up. Nobby as ever on principal, accompanied by Pob as second man, then the two Robs – Sandow and Commons complete the quartet. Another youth band member in the shape of Peter Harvey sits in on second euph, and John Barnes – not the footballer, sits in on second trombone. Daisy, who is helping us out at the contest also arrives tonight, and as ever gives his own special blend to the percussion section. Indeed, it must be mentioned, that last weekend at the Youth Championships, Daisy gave our new percussionist Jeremy no end of help as the vibraphone fell to bits in front of his eyes.

Two hours of hard work follow, with great work done in preparation for Pete’s visit next week. Sectionals are all arranged for the Sunday, and the final preparations are being put in place for the trip. Interested readers should note, that we currently have a few vacancies in the hotel. Should you fancy a trip to Blackpool for the weekend – two nights at the Norbreck Castle Hotel on the sea front, leaving Camborne on Friday morning at 8am, and arriving back at approximately 7pm on the Sunday, please send an e.mail to enquiries@cambornetownband.com.

Next up is Sunday morning for the final rehearsal before the fun really gets underway, and Captain Peter Curtis arrives.

Sunday 24th April - Four Days To Go - Until Trevithick Day

Another early start for the band this morning as we put the final preparation in before Cap’n Curtis arrives on Friday evening. Pete of course has in the past performed on various occasions with the band, and last time in Cornwall thrilled the Padstow audiences with his own inimitable style of conducting and compering.

Since August however, Pete has spent 8 months under the guidance of Professor David King at Salford University studying for a Masters Degree. On the verge of graduating a full twelve months early, Pete’s final assessment will be the Band’s performance at Blackpool, and we are thrilled to learn that Professor will be in the audience assessing both the band and conductor on the 7th May.

Before all of that, we of course let Pete loose on the good people of Camborne on Trevithick Day. This morning Steve focussed primarily on the programme we will be playing at the annual lunchtime concert in the square. Taking a gamble, Steve feels that we are well drilled in our performance of ‘Camborne Worthies’ – the Trevithick Day Tune (for a sneak preview, go back to the home page), however refreshes our minds on the established music in the pack as well as working on some of the new numbers being unveiled next weekend.

Of course for our hard working committee members, Trevithick Day starts at about 6.30am , as they head into town to set up the stall, and make numerous trips to and from the bandroom ferrying our wares to be sold. By the time the band roll into Basset Street at ten-ish to get ourselves into order for the parade, the stall is already doing a roaring trade, and the tills are ringing quite heartily. Personally, I would rather do the parades ten times than spend a day on the stall, so our warmest wishes and heartfelt appreciation goes out to our trusty sales people.

Back to today’s rehearsal, and despite a couple of empty chairs due to a variety of last minute commitments, good work is done, and it is great to see our two newest members – Jessica and Jeremy, really getting to grips with being part of a Championship Band. It is also great to see a few other members of the youth band sit in to replace those players who were absent this morning. Peter Harvey on Euph depping for Steve, who of course was conducting, Dominic on Bass Trombone doing an absolutely cracking job replacing Woody, and young Rory back on the drum kit, keeping us all in time. Steve seemed to pay particular attention to the percussion today, and whilst not always the most well versed in percussive terms, certainly has ways of getting his wishes across. To end one piece, Steve instructs Rory to play ‘figudadum’ (go on, say it, and you will know what he wanted). Meanwhile, over on the tuned percussion side of the band, we can already see that Jeremy is to prove a very useful signing indeed as he seems to easily master every part put in front of him.

Turning to Connotations, Steve focuses primarily on the tricky cadenza section, and after a solid thirty minutes, this takes shape, and locks in well in preparation for Pete on Friday. To close the rehearsal, we spend a little more time working on more concert music. It is clear already, that this summer, we will be having a very different approach to the concerts played, miss them at your peril, every one is sure to be a bit special.

To close this morning, Marcus pops in to commend us all on the good work put in on the college course. It seems that the assessor is pleased with progress, and we can all look forward to Trevithick Day next week with a clear mind, knowing that our little blue books are all in order.

Don’t forget to log on to get the latest news on the Pete Curtis rehearsal, and a the Trevithick Day Special next week.

Friday 29th April - Trevithick Day's Eve, and Cap'n Curtis Arrives

‘…It was Trevithick Day Eve, and nothing was stirring – not even a mouse…’, not quite, the roads are full of traction engines, the air full of smoke and steam, the town is adorned with black and gold flags, and Captain Pete Curtis has arrived in town, welcome to Camborne.

After a 7 hour ‘dash’ down the A30 from Portsmouth, Pete is with us for the week. Initially to prepare the band for Trevithick Day, then to set upon Connotations – the test piece for the Spring Festival contest in Blackpool next week. It appears that Pete has already had his full share of traction engines, as the journey which normally takes between three and four hours has taken him the best part of seven, at least this has given him time to reflect on Connotations, and how he plans to tackle this superb test piece.

The air is also full of hissing and steam in the bandroom as we find out that several players have been called into work tomorrow. A quick re-shuffle of the cornet section for the concert, and Peter Harvey - solo euphonium of the Youth Band being not only thrown in at the deep end, but seemingly with a concrete block tied around his neck, shoring up the euphonium section tomorrow.

Up to his normal form (even if a few pounds lighter – it would seem promotion in the Royal Marines is good for the figure !), Pete launches into rehearsing the concert programme in his own inimitable way. Working at a tremendous rate of knots, Pete is evidently keen to get on to Connotations. After a short break, his wish is granted, and we get down to the serious business of polishing up Edward Gregson’s masterpiece. It is evident that Steve has been in very regular contact with Pete as the band and conductor fit together like a Marine and his pit-helmet. A few adjustments here and there, still plenty to do, but generally, all things seem to be in good shape and Pete is pleased.

After working the band hard, Pete heads off to his luxury accommodation for the week – the Bennett mansion in Kehelland. After an estate agent like tour around the house by Squibby (Reg was at a Council function and confident enough to leave his door key with him), Pete is ready to sign on the dotted line, however starts the arduous task of carrying his rather plentiful supply of uniforms, suits and bags into Bennett Towers.

The band however share the venues of the pre-Trevithick Day drinks between our new home – The Pendarves Arms, and the traditional venue of the band – The Railway. Since we transported the percussion gear across to the old bandroom in preparation for tomorrow, it was of course prudent to check that the Railway would be open for mid morning refreshments.

Tomorrow of course is Trevithick Day, and please spare a thought for our committee members.

Saturday 30th April - Steam, Steam and More Steam - Trevithick Day

With the excitement in the air, the day gets off to a grinding halt – just like many of those failed attempts to design a steam powered road car. Steve has very kindly transcribed and laminated ‘Camborne Worthies’ for the band. Squibby notices however that his part starts on an A – ‘I normally start on second valve, and the rest just follows’ he remonstrates as everyone starts to look a little perplexed.

After a little investigation – and enjoy the history lesson you are about to read, it appears that Steve had been handed the original parts, which he duly copied and laminated, with Alan then distributing them to the Youth Band players to practise in time for the big day.

Now then, when Trevithick Day started back in 1983, Geoffrey Self composed Camborne Worthies. After a couple of years, and the cornet players complaining constantly about the pitch and range of the tune it was decided to re-write the tune in a lower key. This meant that by dropping a third, the cornets did not spend most of the march playing top a’s, and the soprano part could be a little more flamboyant. So, for about twenty years, the cornets have had a ‘comfortable’ blow through the town, and the soprano could start on a middle valve.

Today however, we are back to the old days, cornet players lips drained of all feelings as we pass Scott Young’s new restaurant ‘Fusion’ (this opens on 14th May and is similar to Stingi LuLu’s in Truro). Fusion is on the ground floor of the redeveloping Berkley Centre in the heart of the town. The bass section seem delighted with the new key of the music, however there does seem to been an absence of those searing soprano bars from both Squibby and Samuel – what a delight for the crowd in the afternoon dance when they get together!

Aside from having to learn the new key, the band have the huge frustration of following the mini traction engines. Normally, one or two chug along happily in front of the band. This year we have around fifteen leading the dance. Nice to watch, but not only frustrating when they keep stopping and starting as they try to get around the corners of the town, but also less than pleasant to inhale steam and smoke for 45 minutes as you struggle up the hill at the end of Trelowarren Street.

None too soon, the first band reaches the Vyvyan Arms car park, and we can listen to the second band enduring what we have all just experienced. Soon enough they trudge up the hill, finish the dance (which is Squibby’s annual attempt at conducting, and we can all see why), and head off to prepare for the lunchtime concert.

Down in the square, we discover that unfortunately, Pete’s microphone fails to work. Roy Netherton dashes off to ‘mend’it, with Chris shouting from the back row “he cant turn the telly on, never mind mend a microphone”. Back it comes several pieces later, but to no avail, so Pete has to shout, and address the audience in two halves – giving him the opportunity to voice his cheesey gags twice.

With Steve and Josey both working, Peter Harvey from the youth band is our euphonium section, and alongside him Ben on solo baritone. Both did an absolutely fabulous job, as did young Rory back on percussion, and of course our two – now well established new players Jeremy and Jessica. Finishing with the rousing Farandole, followed by The Battle Of Shiloh, the square erupts with cheers and calls for more encores. Unfortunately, timings for Trevithick Day are very precise, and we have to leave the stage in order to allow the next act to start on time.

Back for an hour of refreshment, we hear the bad news from Pete that he has to return to Portsmouth for the rest of the week due to family illness. Regretfully, Pete bids us farewell, and leaves us all in a bit of a panic – what do we do ? who will conduct ? do we go ? what will happen ? – only time will tell.

Back in Bassett street for the 2.30 dance, the 52 strong band form up, with whispers of our bad news spreading quicker that a pound of butter on a hot sunny day. Off we set, this time with three sopranos all bidding for the most flamboyant bar award, this as you would expect wore off quite quickly as the lips started to drain.

With the mist in the air, and the smoke from the engines, the afternoon dance seems more like a trip back in time to Olde London Town. As we reach the end of Trelowarren Street, the dancers spin into their customary circle, and Trevithick Day is over for another year as far as the band are concerned.

Further down the road, the massed ranks of the steam engines are underway, but as far as the band are concerned, we are off home, to rest our lips, and try to figure out what is going to happen this week, and how are we going to cope with the conducting situation.

When we know, we will tell you !!

Tuesday 3rd May - Down Tools and Pick Up Sticks

Well that is how bandmaster Steve Thomas’ evening went tonight. We hear the news from Steve at the start of practise that he will be directing the band all week, then we will meet up with Pete on Friday in Blackpool. Having spent most of the bank holiday weekend on the phone, Steve and Pete have agreed the strategy for the week, and no doubt they will be in constant contact all week.

Our thoughts of course are with Pete at this difficult time, no doubt he is chomping at the bit and itching to get back in front of the band at the weekend. He must satisfy himself with a phone call, e.mail and of course reading this diary. So there we go Cap’n, you only know what we tell you – knowledge is power. Talking of knowledge, Saturday of course will see Pete assessed for his MA by David King. The question of course on everyones lips will be who gets the degree? Steve or Pete!!

So that is the latest in camp. Naturally, initial feeling around the band are that of concern and worry, but once the music starts to flow, that soon turns to enthusiasm and great resolve to go to Blackpool and lay a really good performance down. In answering the question at the very start of the diary, it looks so far like a real rollercoaster of a ride. Only a couple of absentees tonight, Woody and Graham are away due to work, and L Plate is at college in Exmouth. Other than that, we welcome one of our two guests - Rob from St Dennis on front row, Daisy will be arriving on Thursday. Steve outlines in no uncertain terms what is required of the band this week, and things really start to move along in the right direction.

On the sporting front, Liverpool are playing Chelsea tonight. Ian, our normal second man down is sitting this contest out since his wife Sharon has just had a baby boy (who incidentally experienced his first Trevithick Day on Saturday), and will no doubt be glued to the television since he is a Chelsea fan along with Bandmaster Steve. Timmy, Graham and Chrissy however are Liverpool supporters, and as news of the goal comes through, the expressions on their faces say it all. Final score 1-0 to Liverpool, and not too much disruption to the rehearsal.

Off home we head, to reflect on what has been a very good evening of hard work, and football success for some. Tomorrow, the hard work continues, and gradually, everyone can start to look forward to our trip to the sea-side.

Wednesday 4th May - Whitsun Wakes Or Connotations ?

Tonight starts at 7pm with the much awaited cornet sectional. It all seems to be a matter of ensuring all the corners are tight, everything appears in order, and there are no unexpected nasty surprises evident (just like the ghost train at the Pleasure Beach). After an hour of tinkering, enhancing and generally tidying up, the entertainment playground which is our cornet section are joined by the rest of the band (with the exception of Daisy who will be down tomorrow).

The band commence with a selection of three hymns – Gerontius (wasn’t he in ‘Up Pompei, and had a cousin who was a gardener … Geronimo that must have been), which is the theme from Whitsun Wakes, followed by Gopsal (no that is not a spelling error mum!), and finishing with the hymn which Steve reckons we will all be singing on Sunday morning – Hanover (think about it). Gopsal is particularly amusing, as playing marcato with mutes in resembles a medieval court dance. It really is quite amazing, we all know these tunes, but no-one ever recognises the names – too many Sunday morning rehearsals, and not enough Sunday School I think !

Straight away we are into a run through, everything generally goes very well, until Squibby and Nobby, perfectly together, loose the ability to count to 8, and come in half a bar early. Both looking as perplexed as a young child in the ‘Hall Of Mystery’ at a fairground, they carry on accompanied by the scowls of the rest of the now well drilled (and numerate) cornet section. Through the cadenzas, all as sweet at candy floss, and on to the end which rolls along the bars like the ‘Grand National’ roller-coaster (only smoother). Twenty minutes of work here and there, the great mis-counting mystery is solved, and the band have a quick break to refresh their lips before yet another run through.

No raffle tonight, that is obviously being saved for tomorrow. Roy Nancarrow returns from his holiday to Taunton, clutching a bucket with £24 of loose change in. It would appear this was left at the old bandroom on Saturday after the Trevithick Day collections. Roy looks as pleased as a young lad who has just won a goldfish on the hoop-la stall (we just hope that the £24 lasts longer than a day).

Another run through, this time without the mis-counting from the cornet section. Elsewhere, all seems in order, and after getting stuck in to the trombones in preparation for their sectional, we draw to a close with ‘Laudes Domini’, which in its name alone, sounds like a chant from ‘The Omen’. Again we know the tune, and head off home to deliberate on who to vote for tomorrow. Conservative? Labour? Liberal? Mebyon Kernow? Green Party? Independent? Removal Of Tetra Masts In Cornwall?????

Tomorrow night sees the trombone sectional at 7pm, followed by full band at 8. Don’t forget of course, Thursday is raffle day, get there early to get your tickets !!

Thursday 5th May - Lucky Dip Or A Game Of Chance

That is the question. With most votes cast, and the polls closing in 2 hours, Steve sets about his final rehearsal with the band on Connotations. To be honest, he thought the same thing over a week ago, so only tomorrow will tell. We hear from Pete, that he is looking forward to meeting us all in Blackpool tomorrow, and is sure we will do well. All we need is to avoid our customary number one draw – which this year has proved expensive in so many ways – just ask Timmy – and for everything to hold together, and we will be in business. Top four go up, anything less is deemed a failure in our eyes.

Woody, resplendent with his red hair, seems somewhat enthused with the sectional rehearsal the trombones have just endured, and we kick off with some more hymn tunes. Steve’s choice to night are Horsley (There is a green hill far away, or in our case there is a greyish / brownish beach a day away), Melcombe, and Manheim to warm up.

After our religious spot for the evening, it is on to the main business – Connotations. The opening is fine, and generally, the first run through holds together pretty well. Daisy adds colour, as only Daisy can, on the temple blocks and tom-toms, and the small crowd of loyal supporters, including the Barnes brothers –Dave and John seem to enjoy the first attempt. Some time spent on the nitty gritty of the finer detail, then afterr a short break, we run it again.

This time it is a very different story, and the band ease their way through the maze of rhythm changes and trickeries, ending with the ever building runs to a mighty eruption. It would seem we are set to mount our challenge for the Senior Trophy.

4BarsRest have predicted a 1st placing for us amongst our rivals for the weekend of: Alliance Brass; Tongwynlais Temperance; Pemberton Old Wigan; BHK (UK) Horden and Thorseby Colliery. Do bear in mind of course their rather splendid prediction at the Area, where for the first time ever, thad had us down to qualify, not only that, but qualify in first place - we all know what happened on that occasion!!

All credit must be given to Steve for all his unexpected hard work this week under very difficult circumstances. On Friday he left the bandroom looking forward to a week of playing, only to discover on Saturday that he may well spend the week on his feet in front of the band. It is of course a very different ball game preparing the band for the professional to doing everything other than two rehearsals. Steve has done an exceptional job this week, and even had time to sort out the library on Wednesday accompanied by mum Rosemary, and dad Eric. To have your head in the score all week, then to spend a day off sorting through the shambolic music pads of the percussion section shows a great deal of commitment and hard work – either that or he is as mad as a box of frogs !

Nige Van Man – no, not a Dutch centre forward that Chelsea are about to pay £26 million for, but our permanent roadey, arrives to transport the percussion and basses (equipment that is, not players) down to the old green shed, ready for loading tomorrow. Loading the bus at 7.30 tomorrow is no joke, but rather than have the drama of Yeovil, when we struggled to get the coach to the bandroom, we have elected to go for ease, and load at our traditional home (even if the photos may not be as nice).

For tonight however, we head off home to pack our buckets and spades, swim suits and dashing straw hats for a stroll along the promenade. Vicky, organised as ever, apparently packed last weekend. It may be exciting - but surely not that exciting!

Log in tomorrow for the full weekend itinerary, and don’t forget to keep checking the guest book for news of the contest.

Friday 6th May - We're All Going On A Trip To The Seaside

By the time you all read this, unless you get up particularly early in the morning and trall through the cyber world of brass bands before starting any work, we will be gliding up the A30 in our luxury coach, chatting about how Chairman Reg Bennett's cousin has just been elected to the House Of Commons for the Falmouth/Camborne constituency with a majority of 1886. (Don't forget the band when you are up in Westminster Julia).

Already, we are probably late, but at least the weather is not too showery, and don’t forget, we are heading to the land of fun, where the parties never stop – Indian Queens !!

Leaving from the old bandroom in a bid to change our luck (well actually, it is a devil of a job to get a coach anywhere near the pavilion), we actually just pick up at Indian Queens at about 8.30, then on to Taunton for our first comfort break. Our ultimate destination – Blackpool, should appear on the horizon at around 5pm, before a potentially lengthy rehearsal with Cap’n Birdseye at 6.30pm, immediately followed by breakfast at 8 am.

Of course, now we have two younger members of the band, we will be particularly careful to censor the videos brought along to while away the hours. To be frank, any excuse to avoid watching ‘Brassed Off’ for the hundredth time will be used. We hope that Jess and Jeremy enjoy their first trip with the band, and don’t teach the rest of us any bad habits they may have picked up from the Youth Band.

So, our weekend looks like this :

Friday 6th

07.30

Load Coach – At Old Bandroom

08.00

Leave Old Bandroom

08.30

Pick Up At Queens Bandroom

10.30

Comfort Stop – Taunton

13.30 Lunch Stop

17.30 Arrive At Norbreck Castle Hotel – Blackpool

18.30

Rehearsal In Hotel with Pete Curtis

Saturday 7th

08.00

Breakfast

09.00

Rehearsal In Hotel

10.30 Draw Takes Place

11.30

Contest Commences

Sunday 8th

08.00

Breakfast

09.00

Leave Hotel

12.30

Lunch Stop

16.00 Afternoon Tea

18.30

Arrive Back To Old Bandroom

With everything piled into the back of our trailer , we set off for the first stop of the day – Indian Queens. Remarkably, we are almost on time arriving at the small clay village, and with the rest of the band now on-board, we set off in earnest. As you would by now expect, before we get out of Cornwall the itinerary is shot to smithereens. A stop to change drivers at Exeter is on the cards, hence Taunton will be skipped. ‘Vince’ our driver for the weekend boards here, and after a short ‘comfort stop’ we are on our way up the M5 to the glorious sea-side. To while away the hours, a poker school and euchre drive swing into life, and for everyone’s (well almost everyone) enjoyment – Ali G on the video.

Stopping for lunch at Knutsford services, we start to feel as if progress is now being made as the accents have changed, and everyone seems that little bit more abrupt. After pawning a bass to buy one sandwich between the whole of the band, it is back on the bus, and up the M6.

As predicted, at around 5pm Blackpool Tower appears on the horizon, and at 5.30 we arrive at the Norbreck Castle. The wind is certainly keen at this time of year in Blackpool, however once inside, we begin to realise that our hotel being featured on ‘Holidays From Hell’ a few months ago may have been an over exaggeration. OK, so it was a bit of a leap back in time for a few of the rooms, but it had a great feel to it, and as for our practise room – wow – the whole ballroom.

After a quick freshen up, it was time to commence the 3 hour marathon rehearsal with Pete who had managed to get to Blackpool in almost record time – must have had a tail wind I guess. At 6 o’clock, a percussion sectional was called, Pete putting Daisy and Jeremy through their paces. Poor Jeremy, his first sectional and being faced with the whole of the band sitting watching him. Nevertheless, he proved what a valuable signing he is as the timp part was well negotiated throughout.

A few hymns to warm up, and we are soon doing a Chinese rehearsal – starting at the back and working forward. The time does seem to fly by, and after a short break, we run Connotations from top to bottom. All goes well, just the odd cue requested here and there, Pete marks his score in sufficiently large letters to ensure there is no way on this planet he could miss the cues, and we end rehearsal just before 9.30, tired and hungry.

After various debates about whether to head into town on the infrequent tram service, or look around the local area, most people head off around the corner to the recommended chip shop. If you are ever in Blackpool, it is well worth a visit to the Norbreck Fish and Chippy. One could be forgiven for thinking they were keen to get rid of all the fish in the sea, as cod and chips came with not just one piece of fish, not two pieces, but a whopping three fish portion. That coupled with chips and the force ten gale outside made for a tremendous challenge in eating them. Mushy peas were the answer – to bind it all together (now we can see why everyone has gravy with everything up north !).

Back in the hotel bar, the supporters seem to be really getting into the swing, or should I say sway, or even stagger of the evening. Once the rather bizarre cabaret / comedy act stopped singing, it was over to the disco, and up leapt our very own Roy (John Travolta) Netherton to whisk any lady to slow to get out of the way off their feet. As the night wears on, and Roy startsto debate the fineries of the Area result with a group of Bournemouth players at the bar, most of the band head off to bed for a well earned rest.

Saturday 7th - What Will Be The Connotations Of This ?

So hear it is, the day of reckoning – will it be pie, chips and extra gravy each, or a bag of candy floss to share?

First out of the hotel this morning was Squibby. Looking dismal and downhearted, he went for a stroll along the promenade. Why his sad demeanour I hear you cry, was it because he awoke to be one year older? No, in fact, 300 miles away, Flora Day had just commenced. Kept up to date with phone calls from the town, he soon lightened up, but listening to the flora dance on the phone on Blackpool seafront is only a poor second to actually being there. Back in the breakfast room, plates were being piled high at the ‘all you can eat buffet’. According to Pete, Nige Vanman went for three laps of the serving stations, and who can blame him, great food, and none of these huge queues on Holidays From Hell.

A quick blow at 9.30 to bring the lips back to life, Pete showboats a bit by having no score on the stand. He certainly seems to know the piece inside out and everyone are assured that all will be well despite our limited preparation. We hear that Dave King will not be coming to assess Pete. Obviously the draw of Blackpool was not quite enough to encourage him along. Never mind, at least Woody won’t be able to renew his acquaintance with him.

10.45, and the draw comes through – everyone hopes for 7 or 8, then we can all head off to the Pleasure Bach. Number 17 is the draw, good one Angie. Ok, so it still contains a one, but what a good time to play. With no further need to rehearse us again, Pete suggests we pack up and head into town.

With the instruments safely aboard the coach the band file out through the double doors leading from the rehearsal room. Pob and Gav struggle to open the doors in the first place due to the terrific wind conditions. As the last ones file through, one door slams shut and crunch! – a certain soprano players right fingers stop one door doing any damage to the other. Blood gushing out everywhere, bones flying, ligaments damaged, nerve ends destroyed, you name it, it could have happened. Pob leaps to the rescue to check for broken bones (by grabbing hold and wiggling it for all his worth). ‘Nah, not broken, might be fractured though!’

Pete offers to take Squibby to casualty, which is very politely, if a little curtly declined. Plaster applied, and we head off to the Winter Gardens. On route, it is decided that we will leave at 8.30 tomorrow since Jeremy and Jess have to be back in Camborne for a concert at 7pm, and Czardas is second on the programme.

Rolling up outside of the Winter Gardens, Angie supplies us all with wrist-bands which have the distinct appearance of those which you wear when in hospital (no grapes please). In we go to see what the Spanish Hall is like. Last time the band played in Blackpool we strode out onto something resembling a pantomime stage. Some what similar to our rehearsal room, the Spanish Hall at the Winter Gardens is complete with a range of murals, small plaster villages, and all sorts of interesting decorations.

After hearing the first two bands on, many of the band wonder around the town, try to find some lunch which does not include chips and gravy, and head into the Empress Ballroom to hear Mount Charles play Masquerade. We hear a fine clinical performance, well directed by Nick Childs, and one which is sure to feature come results time.

To kill a bit of time, some of the players head into the amusement arcade and set upon a bid to win a cuddly toy on one of those ‘grab the tat’ machines. After a combined effort, and some £40 down the shoot, out comes Norbreck the Bulldog – resplendent in Union Jack waistcoat. Perhaps Angie can make a proper band jacket for him, and we have a new mascot. The previous incumbent of the position was tragically decapitated many years ago in the Black Brook Pub on the return from Yeovil. ‘Humphrey’ the camel , rather than turning out to be a lucky mascot, proved to be a complete Jonah, and after having many meetings to discuss his future with the band, was chopped up and scattered to the four corners of the Black Brook beer garden one cold and chilly February evening.

At around 2.30 pm the coach is unloaded, and we wait for almost another two hours to be summoned to play. Unlike most contests, where the changing facilities are relatively near to the hall, at the Winter Gardens, because of the vastness of the complex, you actually find yourself enjoying a guided tour as you head off to play. Up an alleyway, into a cavern of a ballroom (which as Steve said was as hot as Cuba, ‘I even expected to see a python slither by’), back into the public area, through a bar, up the stairs, and into the registration room. With the band all signed on, Pete runs through the last minute preparations, and on we go. A good crowd inside, and it is pleasing to see that Mount Charles and Bournemouth have both come in to support us.

Up goes the baton and we are off. The opening goes well, no splits, and soon we are moving along quite nicely. Jeremy sustains his timp roll delightfully, and the band await the much marked 3 / 4 preparatory beats for the semiquaver passages. It completely slips Pete’s mind, (perhaps the huge letters written on the score were not quite big enough) and with a Zorro-like slash, the cornets have no option other than to come in. Nevertheless, whilst not everyone were in the right place at the right time, it was together. Through the cornet, horn, baritone and euph cadenzas, all played to a superb level, and then back into the final fugue. The crescendo through to the end is great, and the audience seem to appreciate the performance, but did we get away with figure 4 ? only time will tell.

After another ten minute hike around the Winter Gardens to get back to the changing rooms, everyone dissects the performance, some think we will be ok, and it may not be noticed, others however feel that it may have been just too costly – in an hour or two we will know either way. Off to the town for some well needed liquid replenishment, another live broadcast from Helston for Squibby, and we head back to the hall to learn our fate.

The way the results are announced in Blackpool is delightful. All sections gather in the ballroom, then gradually, section by section, the results are read out.

Off we go with the Senior Trophy :

4th Place – Pemberton Old

3th Place – Aldbourne

2nd Place – Tongwynlais Temperance

Could this be it – our passport back to the Senior Cup

1st Place – Alliance Brass

Oh dear! – Oh dear indeed.

Back on the coach, everyone seems anxious to hear our fate, never mind the top four now, were we good enough to avoid the bottom six as they do not get invites to the contest next year. Pob arrives, looking less than delighted, bearing the news that we were seventh. Not a great result bearing in mind where the band came at London last year, but at least we live to fight another day. Pete heads off down the M6 to Portsmouth, obviously somewhat more than disappointed with the day.

A glimmer of light shines through the clouds as Vince the driver agrees to drop us back into town after a quick change, so only 40 minutes after arriving at the Norbreck, we are back off to Blackpool to drown our sorrows.

Blackpool in May is a peculiar place, some are sure that they have seen Lawrence of Arabia gallop by on a camel, perhaps it is a mirage (as will be a restaurant if we finally find one), or perhaps the sand storm whooshing down the streets is misleading them. After many attempts to get a party of over 20 into one establishment, we head off in smaller groups, some for a steak, some for a curry, and some for a Kentucket Bucket and Chucket.

After a good meal and few drinks – to clear the sand from our throats you understand, the band head back to the Norbreck in a variety of taxis, with a variety of prices. Anything from £6.70 to £12 for the 2 mile trip. Gormo and Tracy went on the tram – and thus proving the most cost effective trip at £1.20 a piece.

In the bar, Roy was at his drunken best, the Bournemouth guys were all there, and it all seemed like de-ja-vu. The only differences being that tonight the cabaret was none other than the great Don Lusher instead of some complete loon stuck in a time warp. In a way, we would have welcomed another evening of fun and frolics with mad Jack McMad, if only we could have another bash at figure four! With that thought in mind, the band head off to bed in various stages of ‘reflection’, a few still out on the town – no doubt they will have a tale to tell tomorrow.

At least we won something, a cuddly bulldog called Norbreck, even if we did have to share a bag of candy floss!

Sunday 8th - All Aboard ???

As the sun rises on the final day of our visit to Blackpool, tired and weary players head off to the breakfast room. Tales of last night are recalled, Woody being fondled by a 40 year old, and L Plate arriving back to the hotel with pretty pink shoes afoot. Josey, creative as always, arranges his breakfast in a face, sausage as the mouth, mushrooms as the eyes, and a huge mop of hair being made up by half a pig of bacon.

On the bus promptly-ish at 8.30, Pob and Gav are the last to arrive we believe, and at 8.45 the Trathens Star Rider pulls onto the main road and that is it for another year. We pass the casino, the trams, which seem much more plentiful than when we wanted them last night, the Savoy, the Hilton, past the pitch and put, and leaving a rather bizarre tower behind, head off to Cornwall.

9.05 – and Angie shrieks ‘where are the Richards’. After the sniggers have subsided, the bus turns around and we head back – past the rather bizarre tower, past the pitch and put, past the Hilton, past the Savoy, past the plentiful trams, past the casino, and back to the Norbreck Castle at 9.25, where two rather less than impressed Richards’ are waiting, suitcases in hand. On they leap with minimal humour, and off we go again, past the casino, the trams, which still seem much more plentiful, the Savoy, the Hilton, past the pitch and put, and leaving that rather bizarre tower behind, head off to Cornwall for a second time.

Vince – our driver, takes a rather inspired decision to go via Stoke due to traffic on the M6, perhaps inspired is the wrong word, certainly the decision to go this way is wrong, another 30 minute delay, and it looks like Jess and Jeremy may have to skip their tea to make the concert on time.

After our only stop of the journey just south of Birmingham (where Daisy all but cleaned out the amusement arcade), it is back off home. Two of our gentlemen supporters debate whether they would be allowed to take ice-creams onto the bus, or whether they might get away with a Mars. With a kind word of support from our second baritone player, they take the plunge and go for broke, enjoying every last slurp. A diversion via Plymouth not only bemuses us as we reach Exeter, but also compounds the fears of Jess and Jeremy, never mind tea, they will be lucky to get changed before the concert starts at 7pm.

As we home in on Camborne, and the magical 7pm – which is our target arrival time since the itinerary went to pot at about 9.06 this morning, the phone calls from Alan become all the more frantic, especially when he realises that the timps and vibraphone are on the coach with us.

The drop offs at Bodmin and Queens seem to take longer than ever, poor Jessica’s phone has almost melted by the time we get to drop Gormo and Tracy off at the chip shop, and finally, the church is in sight. It is unclear who are looking the most concerned, the youth band helpers trying to unload the bus and set the stage in 90 seconds, or Jess and Jeremy who have to get off, warm up, and play in the same time period. Jeremy is on second in the programme to play Czardas, but the quote of the day comes from Jess ‘take your time setting up, I need to go home and change’. Pure class, and composure under pressure – she will go a long way.

From all clouds come a silver lining, and ours was that all the kit had just been unloaded and whisked into Pendarves Church, leaving us one timp, a couple of stands, and some bongos to take to the bandroom. It is rather unusual to arrive back at the bandroom in glorious sunshine, it is also not too pleasant to return home empty handed, but hopefully we can rectify that at Bugle, even if it is only the deportment.

We all head home to start practise on contest music, chuckling about the quote of the weekend - ‘take your time setting up, I need to go home and change’, and the sight of Jeremy, still beaming from ear to ear as he dashed around the back of the church to change into his uniform.

Jeremy Squibb