Now this isn’t a complaint, far from it!! just a few observations really.....
Picture this, a quaint old English village pub, on the top of the hill, with stunning panoramic views over the Gloucestershire countryside. You know the sort of place, a typical “midsummer murders” location, where nothing interesting ever happens and time stands still. In reality, there’s a thriving wife swapping scene and the postmistress is into devil worship and the vicars daughter is a mass murderer, the children have ginger hair and webbed toes!!...No!! only joking!!! but you get the picture!!!
All the more bizarre then, that Aynsley should pop up at the Black Horse Inn, to play the Saturday headline at the Amberley beer festival. The gig, played at the rear of the pub, saw Ayns and the band playing inside the pub conservatory, with all the glass panels removed (except the roof). The conservatory looked out over a terrace area, which could acommodate about 70 people standing, or several tables if you’ve gone there for Sunday lunch!! The terrace looked out over a fantastic view of a huge valley and rolling sweeping hills.
Aynsley did a great set, with all the favourites including Prince’s Purple Rain, the sound man knew his stuff, the mix was excellent, although Rich’s toms could’ve been a bit more prominent in the mix. Ayns relied mainly on the Strat, but did alternate between that and the 335, with the odd appearence of the “F-hole” guitar
Now my serious point. I accept that everyone has to make a living, and that goodwill doesn’t pay the bills, but is this really the best Aynsley can do? playing to 60 or 70 pissed ale heads with the obligatory village idiot dancing at the front cannot surely represent a career highlight for one of our most talented artists? the beer festival, which was situated at the front of the pub was packed, with over 250 people, and Ayns had a fair few coming and going to see what the music was like. Now there were several people there, who had come a fair way specifically to see ALB, some from the midlands, some from the south coast, and us, from Bristol. It was a fiver to get in, and it was terrific value for money, don’t get me wrong. When though, is Aynsley gonna make the step up and take his career to the next level, his talent so richly deserves? Surely, this autumn, Ayns should be supporting a major artist on a major tour? or even his own headline tour of bigger venues. Look how Joe Bonamassa’s career has taken off in the last 3 years, even Wally Trout gets a great crowd at the Fleece in Bristol...I get the impression Ruff records aren’t pushing Ayns at all (I could be totally wrong there) and whether his management has tried to get Ayns further up the ladder I don’t know, I could be way off the mark with those two comments, but as someone who has bought all of Ayns cd’s (bought, not downloaded!!) and I see him whenever I can, I can’t help but think his career is trundling on nicely, but going nowhere really. We need to see ALB at the Colston Hall in Bristol!!! Soon!!!! Ayns needs to get on something like later with Jools Holland!!
You can’t tell me there isn’t a touring vacancy suitable for ALB, to increase his profile?? Whilst it’s great to see Ayns “up close and personal”, it would also be great for those of us who have followed his career from almost the start to see him kick on and get the recognition he deserves. At times last night, Ayns looked a bit bemused by it all, and his body language appeared to show him a bit wary of some of the crowd, who had been on the sauce all day, especially one guy, who was either on the ruff cider or had one disco buiscuit too many!!! Talking to the guys who had come to see ALB specifically, there was a general consensus that whilst it was a fun thing to do, and they were undoubtedly paid the going rate for the gig, it wasn’t the sort of place where Ayns was going away with dozens of newly converted fans.
As I say, I’m not complaining really!! it was one of those gigs where that situation may never arise again, and I can say I was lucky enough to have seen Ayns on the day.