Well, I wake up in the mornin’
feel so sick down to my shoes,
the box-office is jumpin’,
I got the Stage 4 Beverley Blues.
I got the blues
I got those February Festival blues,
I better pay my dues
I got those Stage 4 Beverley Blues.
So, all the venues will be buzzin’
and rockin’ to tunes old and new,
I’ll be shakin’ my booty
at the New York Brass Band too.
And after all the events have finished
don’t go down the pub,
when you can kick back with a beer or two,
at the Late-Night Festival Club
I got the blues
I got those syncopation blues,
don’t step on my blue suede shoes
(is the King here?) I got those Stage 4 Beverley Blues.
Now, I’ve been to Glastonbury,
Download and Tribfest too,
but I tell ya Stage 4 Beverley,
I keep a coming back to you…
and it’s not just about the line-ups
the fantastic acts you choose,
no, it’s also because you continue to have…
spotless festival loos!
I got the blues
those sweet jelly-roll blues,
have you heard the news?
I got those Stage 4 Beverley Blues.
Everybody’s clamoring
For Beverley Community Choir
plus Dankworth, Cambo and Bilston,
this festival’s on fire!
And I’m inspired by all this eclectic stuff
I’ll be attending the Harmony Singing Class,
I’m told I can hold a pretty good note…
more like a cat clawing broken glass.
I got those blues
I got those convoluted, rhyming blues,
I hope I’ve lit your fuse?
Now you can get the Stage 4 Beverley Blues.
So, finally,
as you navigate the upcoming festival,
just you remember this sad old blues boy
who’s got those…
Amazing headliners
and talented songwriters,
spoken word
that’s what I’ve heard.
Tickets I’ll be jugglin’
to see the Saltburn Smugglin’,
Nagasaka and Killen
will get us all chillin’.
The Horizon Stage,
that’s gonna engage,
from poetry to page
it’s all the rage.
Danny Bradley guitar pluckin’
Charlotte Carrivick bluegrass truckin’,
Gary Stewarts Graceland singin’,
Sea Shanty swingin’…
Yes, I think you know by now,
I got those blues,
I got those,
Stage 4 Beverley Blues.

How to Fold a Paper Aeroplane and Other Poems.
At last year’s festival, Chris only partially succeeded in smashing the square peg of his life through the round hole of poetry – so now he’s back but with a bigger hammer!
Expect more poems about the mining of memory, including: family life, record collecting, drinking, rugby, school, yarn bombing and, not forgetting, paper aeroplanes.
Warning: this show could feature giant knitting needles, paper folding, debateable vinyl choices, more embarrassing family photos and a few confessions.
Chris is a member of The Poetry Society, The Society of Authors, and The Philip Larkin Society.
More information on Chris’s writing can be found at: The Society of Authors.