the recent weather has got me thinking about the extremes of temperature I've played in.
My hottest gig has to be Glastonbury 2010, in a big top , mid day on the hottest day of the year, it was like an oven. The tent was full....of people lying down trying to find some shade and slowly cooking. I remember little of the gig it'self other than going on stage, playing the notes and singing the words. I could hardly see due to sweat filling my eyes. As soon as we were off stage the fiddle player and myself went straight to the nearest bar and ordered two pint of lager each, we drank the first while the second was being poured.
My coldest was probably last November in an old barn with holes in the wall, I was depping for a country band who wear black western shirts on stage so no keeping your coat on.
Once the crowd started dancing the temperature did rise a little but my fingers only just coped with it.