Speaking personally, I’m so divorced from my roots that wedding music brings to mind nothing more than a squiffy aunt throwing embarrassing shapes on the dancefloor to 1970s sounds.

They do these things better in Bulgaria, as virtuoso clarinettist Ivo Papasov and his incredible seven-piece Wedding Band demonstrated with a mind-blowing display of musical acrobatics that twisted gipsy themes into knots you’d never be able to untie.

So far so much fun. But Papasov was not wedded solely to tradition. In the click of a finger his sound-world would move from old Bulgaria to a jazz dive in downtown Manhattan and he’d rip into a crazy solo even avant-garde clarinettist Don Byron would be proud of.

This was music that knew where it came from but was eager for adventure. Jazz was certainly in the mix but episodes like a strange reverie on accordion that sounded almost like a waterfall made you realise you were in the hands of magicians who could take you places you didn’t know.

Yet, in the end, it all came back to the party and the east-European folk music that had a packed Komedia up and dancing. It was one hell of a wedding.