I think turning up to find out that there was a donkey joining the audience was a good start.
And that in the course of a soundcheck, we managed to conjure up a boogie gumbo out of the ether that got the kind of response that we'd be have been pleased with at the end of the night, let alone an hour or so before we'd even got started.
And then to find that a group of undercover nurses had travelled from Stratford on Avon especially to experience us in the flesh.
And that Roy had had a stage built especially for us. If you don't know Roy, it's important that you understand that he's a legend. He's Watchet's answer to Snoop Dogg.
And that we were somehow able to deliver a corking version of 'Hey Jude' without ever having played it before as a group, with nothing but a five minute squizz on google for the chords.
And that we were able to hand over all vocal duties on Mamma Mia to the aforementioned healthcare professionals.
Whatever it was, and whatever you believe, otherworldly energies were coursing through the collective sinews last night. Psychedelic synapses crackling with voodoo delights uniting one and all in an orgy of preposterous noises.
All in all, one of the finest nights any of us were able to remember. Truly one of the greats, up there with Bradninch in 2008, Moretonhampstead and Ashill in 2011, the bacchanalia of the Twyford days, the... Hang on - there have been a LOT of great nights. But this was definitely one of them.
Life affirming stuff. Are you ready Ashill? Because we are.