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A tale of many parts

horses, horseshoes and all that Jazz

By Peter RosePublished 11 months ago Updated 11 months ago 3 min read

A tale of many parts

Horses, horseshoes and all that Jazz

Shakespeare claims that Richard the third called out, “ a horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse” Probably not a factual event at the end of a bloody battle, since in medieval times the King did not ride about battlefields without a select bodyguard, who the moment they saw Richard unhorsed, would have hauled him up and given him one of theirs. There is another old adage which says that for want of a nail, a horseshoe was lost, for want of a horseshoe, the horse was lost, and for want of a horse, a kingdom was lost. The “moral” of this being that a seemingly irrelevant loss can lead to huge disasters. As a jazz enthusiast I can testify this is still the case.

It all began on a summer’s day. Not much special about it for most, but to me it was to be exceptional. I loaded up the paniers on my old motorcycle, collected my lady love, and off we sped, to an outdoor day time festival of jazz, Picnic by the riverside while listening to some traditional music, drinking beer and lazing in the warmth while getting lost in the sounds. Perfect. One of the trad bands playing used amplifiers on the vocalist’s microphone and late in the afternoon this vocalist had visited the beer tent a few times too often and was carrying a plastic beaker full of real ale, when he returned to serenade us all with “When the saints go marching in”. He was in full cry, and so were most of us joining in the vocals, when he spilt some beer. Not a lot and he was not the only one, since quite a few of the audience were waving arms about as they sang and so spraying beer around, but his spill went onto the amplifier connections. The amplifier did not seem to welcome a drink of warm beer and hissed and crackled in annoyance, then it burst into flames. Situated on the front edge of a temporary stage this would not have been a big deal if the vocalist, in his alcohol fuelled wisdom, had not decided to put the fire out, by pouring the rest of his beer onto it. Some of the more than a little inebriated audience thought this a grand game and joined in. The trumpeter in the band rushed forward intending to kick the burning amplifier off the wooden stand and onto the ground, he slipped on the flood of beer that was being thrown and missed his kick. Instead of landing on the bare earth the now flaming box of electronics slid across the stage to the canvas side, which joined in the fun by bursting into flames itself. The side walls were held up by wooden poles, this being an environmentally friendly occasion, The poles joined in the chaos and collapsed . A large section of the burning canvas fell onto the petrol driven generator being used to supply volts and amps to the mikes and speakers. This had been position , for health and safety reasons, in a metal cage supported by two half full low pressure gas cylinders. The petrol tank fed liquid fuel to the conflagration, and this heated up the cylinders which exploded. This turned the temporary stage into the biggest bonfire anyone had seen. Everyone escaped unhurt but the bands instruments and all the stage equipment, became ash very fast. The fire engine arrived very promptly but slid out of control on the beer-soaked field, slid into the beer tent and demolished this completely. Again, it was miraculous no one was hurt but it was an unwelcome end to all chance of further enjoyment. So, a tiny event, led to a disaster.


About the Creator

Peter Rose

Collections of "my" vocal essays with additions, are available as printed books ASIN 197680615 and 1980878536 also some fictional works and some e books available at Amazon;-


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