KINDRED MUSIC CLUB
As Toots puts the final breaths into the Richard doll, Ad & Ant find love across the PA and Sticks battles with vinyl ear syndrome, an old hippy with a Raccoon on his head and looking for live music wanders in. Another Kindred Music Club meeting gets under way.
Anyone prepared to leave their ego at the door is welcome at the Kindred Music Club. We provide a friendly environment to anyone wishing to learn or practice the art of performing. A warm welcome is also extended to anyone wishing to enjoy an evening of beer and song. We meet in and around Bridgend, South Wales on an irregular basis, presently around every 5-7 weeks.
If you have photographs of meetings that you would like to see on this page, apcminstrel@aol.com will get them to me. Alternatively, if you know where I live, pop them in. I would also like to include member profiles. Mine's below. If you wish to include yours, it's as above. In fact, if you would like to see anything on this page, well, you know what to do. As long as it's legal. 
Christopher holds a guitar masterclass for two of his star pupils.
Jan didn't notice we'd gone home hours earlier
'Oh no, not the eyes. Run awaaayyyyyyyy'
One saddo claps and Scottie thinks he's at the Albert Hall.
So carries on for the next two hours
Member profile: Joseph Black (that's my songwriting alias that is. That's me above, in the glasses, being used as a human bagpipe, by Christine, who is pictured facing the audience for the first time in her life. She's played in front of thousands of audiences. But never faced them.) Club founder, musician, drinker, International Songwriters Association member, Welsh International Music Bore, Nanny's subordinate, Cerys the cat's slave, and, well, goodbye.
Toots consults Richard about a cure for 'speaker ear'
and goes on, and on, and...
Richard, our human music stand
These two almost stayed awake then