this last chap is, headline billing, sounds Swedish, looks like my cousin Jimbo.
He's got a backing band out in the crowd but for the first song they're not really up for joining him so he has to resort to magic.
He plays a chord and gets the audience to all sustain it, Ab. Its a weird sensation, I'm at gig, but the sound is coming from all around. Sure, it drifts in and out as folk give up and then are roused once more as the chap on stage strums and plays along, but it wraps round me disconcertingly.
The band join him onstage for the next song, tuning up whilst he regales us with a tale of their exploits earlier in the day.
Its very light music, drifting and acoustic, but I'm not into it. There's a couple stood right in front of me, really caught up in each other's eyes, almost oblivious to the music. Giggling and chatting, gazing at each other's faces. They distract me too much from the music, so I leave.