The clouds lay heavy across the rooftops; there was a hush, a rustle, and then the heavens opened, turning Canonbury into a boating pond. As we pressed our noses against the windows and cursed this inclement barrage, it dawned on us we’d rather brought it on ourselves. Announcing that August’s Campfire, our Summer Cookout, would be festival themed… what had we been thinking?

Downstairs on the ditto doors we hosted a selection from photographer Liam Bailey’s extraordinary book documenting his twenty year relationship with Glastonbury Festival. Upstairs, as the clock ticked closer to 7, the ditto girls (chivalry lives) waded into the tempest to wrangle a gazebo upright and provide cover for Brian and his BBQ. Life imitating art?
Robert Castellani, virtuoso guitarist, and returning ditto performer, began to tune up – the rain thundering on the Lighthouse roof forming an interesting percussive addition. It was beginning to look like The Summer Cookout might be a Washout.
Then the strangest moment – as the first guests began to appear, the deluge ceased, and something remarkably like the sun began to poke through. Fortune smiles on the brave, and the sun shines on the righteous. Or we just got lucky. Anyway you look at it, it was an omen that kicked off an epic night. The winners of our inaugural online independent music festival, Sunset, were announced to great applause. With a total of almost 50,000 votes cast, the competition was fierce, but the winners deserving. Ori Pliner won the public vote with his delicately crafted Dark Light, while Raz Olsher scooped the critics’ choice for his darkly mesmerising Prelude with Attitude. You can listen to their music and the other entrants here – and it’s definitely worth a visit. Real music from real people, and not a Svengali in sight.

As drinks were drunk, and BBQ munched, the evening began to spiral. It began to really feel like a festival. A spellbound crowd watched Robert transfixed – the only motion that on camera phones being trained on him. In the calm that followed the obedient throng were then whisked outside to witness fire poi, and the unusual spectacle of woman take an angle grinder to her metallic undercrackers. ditto’s queen of culture even took to the stage (ok, car park) to hurl some fire about.
Throughout the evening, guests tried their hands at juggling, plate spinning, diablo and balloon animals, with some interesting results. Suffice to say it was all fun, AND nobody lost an eye.

Huge thanks to everyone who came along – from the performers and contributors who made the evening so special, to the guests who braved the rain and then threw themselves into the proceedings. As the evening wore on it became progressively tougher to tell the two groups apart. What a perfect celebration of festivals in all their forms; how they throw people together, and how they can bring out the best in us.



