Waterson / Carthy (with added Waterson)

As we drove into Hartlepool last night, a late bouquet of fireworks bloomed over the Headland. Which was only proper, because we were on our way to see Martin Carthy and Norma Waterson at the Studio.

The Studio is a converted Baptist church; you don't expect a great bar in a Baptist church, and you don't get one: the beer is unreliable, but the wine is worse. Luckily, this doesn't much matter. We arrived early, snagged a table near the front and, since Chaz was accompanying us, settled down in the darkness to catch up on some gossip.

It was such a shock to the eye when the stage lights came up that at first these two figures appeared to be dressed in matching pajamas, his white, hers black - some sort of division between the forces of night and day, perhaps? Nothing so exotic: Martin Carthy wore faded jeans and a white shirt, Norma Waterson wore black trousers and blouse, with plenty of sparkle round the hems.
( And they made music. )