Coleford Music Festival 2025

 




Richard the Red Rooster

There’s a rooster named Richie Red,

Too lazy to crow from his bed.

But dobro in hand,

He dazzles the band—

With vocals that turn every head.


Satinder the Red Tiger

Satinder the red kitty roars bright,

His tabla unleashes rhythmic might.

With paws drumming fire,

He never tires

His beats hold the blues just right.


Jon the Wily Red Fox

A fox with a harmonica spell,

Makes sorrow and joy gel.

He bends every note,

With soul in his throat—

And stories in his heart, he’s swell.


Miku the Red Bear

Miku, the bear, to this gig is brand new,

My Hofner bass thuds right through.

With paws thick and bold,

I groove pure gold—

Driving this red hot retinue.


The Cool Crowd

You guys and gals in sun-sizzled style,

Each sweat-beaded grin alight with a smile.

With hips in a sway,

You grooved through the hot day—

Hot hearts in true fest style.


The Stage

The Clock Tower blazed like a pyre,

Each speaker a furnace of fire.

Us nerds red and bold,

Let our rhythms unfold—

And the set never dared to retire.


The Coleford Team

The Clock Tower stood tall and proud,

Coleford’s fab crew you really stood out

With passion and cheer,

You drew the crowds near—

Blending summer sweat, bonhomie and music loud!



I ran out of space to fit satinder on the pic.






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  1. The Nonsense Chronicler - Pink Flamingo1 September 2025 at 13:53

    🦩 Nonsense Chronicler Pink Flamingo Review: Coleford Music Festival 2025 🦩

    Ah, Coleford—where the sun sweats blues and the Clock Tower moonlights as a disco lighthouse for rhythm-addled woodland creatures.

    🎸 Richard the Red Rooster
    He didn’t crow. He crooned. His dobro sang like a caffeinated kettle, and every note felt like a wink from a sentient lava lamp. The crowd? Hypnotized. One child mistook him for a feathered prophet.

    🐯 Satinder the Red Tiger
    Tabla paws ablaze, Satinder summoned thunder from the underworld of groove. His rhythms were so tight, one squirrel in the audience spontaneously learned calculus. The tiger roared, the crowd roared back, and somewhere, a tambourine wept.

    🦊 Jon the Wily Red Fox
    Harmonica sorcery. He bent notes like spoons at a psychic brunch. His solos smelled faintly of cinnamon and regret. A nearby fern sprouted blues hands.

    🐻 Miku the Red Bear
    New to the gig, but his Hofner bass thudded like a heartbeat in a noir detective’s chest. Each groove was a love letter to gravity. The bear didn’t just play—he levitated the vibe.

    💃 The Cool Crowd
    Sun-sizzled and sweat-glazed, they danced like flamingos in a caravan—chaotic, elegant, and slightly confused. One attendee claimed to have seen the ghost of Muddy Waters doing the worm.

    🔥 The Stage
    The Clock Tower? A flaming beacon of sonic mischief. Speakers belched fire, and the set refused to end—like a bluesy Groundhog Day with better hats.

    🎪 The Coleford Team
    Organizers? Legends. They wrangled chaos with smiles and summoned joy with clipboard sorcery. If logistics were blues, they played in 7/8 time with a kazoo solo.


    🦩 Would attend again. Would bring extra feathers.

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