NeilCain: The end of the evening
NeilCain: Donavon says thanks
NeilCain: Donavon goes for a stroll in the crowd
NeilCain: The bar is just to the left
NeilCain: The keyboard player also plays a mean sax
NeilCain: Bass vs. guitar
NeilCain: The stage
NeilCain: My butterfly...
NeilCain: The man of the moment gets atmospheric on us
NeilCain: Free-ee-ee-ee-ee!
NeilCain: At this point Donavon was getting into his guitar solo in a *big* way
NeilCain: 'kin killing it!
NeilCain: Play that funky music, white boy!
NeilCain: The bass player was getting funky
NeilCain: End of a track. The crowd goes wild!
NeilCain: Loving the jacket!
NeilCain: Fortunately the hat wasn't a permanent fixture
NeilCain: Weeow chicka chicka!
NeilCain: Donavon enters the fray
NeilCain: Pablo and Zoe
NeilCain: The support band
NeilCain: The support act
NeilCain: Pre-gig beer!
NeilCain: Above Perranporth
NeilCain: Mmm. Blue skies!
NeilCain: A windswept sea
NeilCain: A greasy miner's tunnel
NeilCain: Leaving the shelter
NeilCain: Captain! There is life!
NeilCain: Hiding from the rain!