Stackridge On Stage

crun_stage.jpg (8753 bytes) The rise and rise of Stackridge in the early '70s was built on a nationwide schedule of gigs that would make your average rock musician blench.  As well as their music, humour, pantomime, audience participation in the form of rhubarb-thrashing and dustbinlid-bashing were all part of the magic that made Stackridge so entertaining that fans followed them all round the country
Arriving in Glasgow and light on dustbinlids, a covert dusk raid on the corporation rubbish-tip was swiftly arranged.   The band have always wondered whether council staff ever found their missing dustbinlids littered round the auditorium of Glasgow City Hall in the cold grey light of the following Monday morning! dustbinlid_stage.jpg (11864 bytes)
james_fest.jpg (10230 bytes) Glastonbury, Reading and other festivals were taken by storm.  We will draw a veil over the incident at Reading Festival involving young ladies dressed as schoolgirls in navy-blue gym-knickers.   A particularly windswept and muddy experience in the northern wilds of Bickershaw, where they found themselves playing on manfully through power failure is etched indelibly upon the band's youthful memory. 
Stackridge could draw an audience anywhere. There are fond memories of the crowd that grew like Topsy, then stood and listened in the sun when the band set up on the grass and played in Hyde Park one summer Saturday afternoon. mike_fest.jpg (11497 bytes)

 

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Stackridge have a special affection for the Glastonbury Festival.  Held at Worthy Farm, Pilton, with Glastonbury Tor itself rising in the distance out of the misty Somerset Levels, it is home-from-home for these West Country lads.  Mystery and magic, with their corresponding catalogue of tall stories, have enshrouded Glastonbury in romance since the beginning of time.  Purple spaceships over Yatton?  If you live near Glastonbury, anything can happen!  Look how the Festival has grown since its early beginnings.  Stackridge were there right at the start.  On a sunny afternoon, on the slopes of the Mendip Hills, to an audience of cows munching grass and a group of young  people enjoying the relaxed country atmosphere, the opening notes of the very first Glastonbury Festival were played by (you've guessed it!) ......   STACKRIDGE !

 
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 This page was updated October 17th 2000 by Jennie Evans