So I went to this gig tonight… and halfway through someone from The Skinny asked me if I would write a review of it. Ack!
But this is what I do: I write. Two hundred words — pah! I cough and it’s 500 words. So I’m doing that before bed.
It’s been quiet all year, nothing but me, alone, head-down in my novel, now… a deluge! In conversation after the event, a month-long programme of reading events for February got dreamed up around me, and I’m one of the organisers. Huh? Okay!
I keep bumping into arts-people I know here lately, a conspicuous number of them all within days, and there’s something tangible in the space between us, like we could make manifest anything we wanted to. Teaching people how to write or make books, finding opportunities to perform, and just connecting with other creative minds — this is the fun stuff. I’ve been planting seeds here for a long time, and even though it’s winter, it feels like spring.
This duo, Contrabajo, played tonight. They were funky beyond measure, and obviously having a lot of fun:
http://www.myspace.com/contrabajoband
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