I'm not sure that God particularly liked the Awaygame Festival on Eigg.
Firstly there was torrential rain that caused a landslide that caused a train to derail on the main line between Glasgow and the ferry to Eigg. Only a week before the festival started the Scotrail man refused to sell me a ticket because he couldn't guarantee that I'd get where I wanted to be.
Then there was the truly biblical rain and wind on the Sunday. I'm not sure that I have ever been so wet and so cold in my life.
The Awaygame is worth incurring the wrath of God. It was worth it because Eigg is beautiful. Stunningly beautiful. Even in the rain. It's the sort of beautiful that makes you think you that it's not real. Like you're on a film set.
It's also the most amazing place to have a gig.
Eigg is the home of Johnny Lynch, the Fence Collective's Pictish Trail and the Awaygame is his festival.
This is the second time that the Awaygame has happened on Eigg and it was a weekend of profound, emotional moments. Whilst watching the rather brilliant Babe on the Saturday night I looked round and sort of realised that everyone was feeling the same thing. This was one of those moments where the crowd and the musicians are completely together. Everyone in the room is feeling that happiness that comes from being in a room full of people who all feel the same way about music.
And those profound emotional moments kept coming. It happened again for Super Furry Animals frontman Gruff Rhys, and again when Kid Canveral's 4am set finished just as the sun rose. For Scott Rudd, Three Blind Wolves, the Twilight Sad's acoustic set, the impromptu ceilidh of Kan, It was there when King Creosote, Pictish Trail, Rozi Plain, Jon Hopkins, Kathryn Sawers, Euros Child, Django Django and with the many others took to the stage .
You had an audience in love with the music and a collection of musicians all enjoying themselves immensely. It's only when you see it happen that you realise how rare that actually is.
But maybe that's the secret of Awaygame and the secret of Fence and possibly even the future of music.
You make something small and niche and fill it full of heart. This isn't a festival or an event that needs to attract as many punters as it can. Nor is it a festival that musicians play in the hope of being noticed or getting their big break. It's a festival people do for love.
At the end of the weekend people had missed boats, or given them a miss because of the truly biblical water, some people had seen their tent destroyed in the night, and yet everyone I saw left with a smile on their face.
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