The Singing Loins: If Your Strings Ain’t Even Broke…
The Singing Loins played their last ever gig, after 24 years together, this Saturday as part of the Sweeps festival in Rochester. Frankly, I’d been a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. The Singing Loins mean a lot of things to a lot of people. Their songs are raw and honest and encompass pretty much every aspect of the human condition, and their gigs are the closest thing to a congregation that I’m ever likely to walk into. It had the potential to be messy, but instead it was joyful and affirmative.
I’ve been lucky enough to have a minor walk on part in the Loins’ story relatively lately, and I’ve been made to feel like a member of the family by the Loins and Loinesses as I’ve photographed, amongst other things, the triumphant launch of ‘Here On Earth’ at the 100 Club last November and their farewell gig this weekend.
The aim, on both occasions, was to take the essence and atmosphere of the room and pop it into my camera. I think I managed that, and I hope I’ve left the band and their fans a set of images that they might delve into occasionally when they’re listening to the Loins’ extensive, brilliant and beautiful back catalogue.
If anyone from the band reads this, please can you put me down for an AAA pass to the 30th anniversary bash? Ta x