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Live in Nantwich organisers praise community's 'gig-going spirit'

Live in Nantwich organisers praise community's 'gig-going spirit'

BBC News31-01-2025

'When it comes together and you see people applauding - there's no better feeling,' said Tim Dougill, organiser of Live in Nantwich.The week of music, which is part of Independent Venue Week, will support two Nantwich venues, The Granary and The Studio, at a time when the live music industry has struggled.'I don't get paid. It's all voluntary. But I just love it,' smiled Mr Dougill, of Moth Events.He has teamed up with Dani Cook of Applestruck Records to organise the festival, who said: 'We're a community that's got a real gig-going spirit."
'Everybody likes to come out for an event.'Ms Cook's claim is backed by the number of tickets sold for this week's performances, with many artists playing to sold out crowds.'No-one starts off playing arenas, right?' Ms Cook said.'So we need to get some bands here and new and up-and-coming bands that can help to support our music ecosystem.'The festival even has an international appeal, with a group of friends flying from Barcelona to hear their favourite artist, Fyfe Dangerfield.
Ouch! is one of the local bands to benefit, playing their second ever gig as part of the festival.Lead guitarist and vocalist Jurijs Kaminovs said the band were "dying" to perform.'Pubs, they're not really receptive to more original stuff,' he suggested, 'you want dedicated music venues for that.'Mr Dougill promised 50% of ticket sales will be reinvested into The Granary to support more music events in the future.

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The revenge of the young male novelist

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Free streaming service adds iconic 90s horror before remake hits cinemas
Free streaming service adds iconic 90s horror before remake hits cinemas

Metro

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  • Metro

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