Music at the Creek
Friday morning I decided I had to go to Major's creek... given I can't do Woodford this year it was my last chance this year for a festival. I managed to wrangle a lift, and dug a tent out of the cupboard... crazy last minute stuff, only found the tent half an hour before i was due to leave. I was worrying about money - wandering off to festival was not the wisest decision right now, all things considered. But something serendipitous was happening, because the lovely fire circus people who drove me out enlisted me as a roadie type person and I didn't pay anything at all.
So my weekend was joyous, full of music and fire and wonderful people, and the nighttime blaze of stars you never get in the city. I watched morris dancers through half closed eyes while napping in the sun, and cried through an exquisite version of one of Alistair Hullett's songs, sung by a young woman from Melbourne. Met the usual assortment of friends and acquaintances (mostly in the long lines for the toilets), and got lots of hugs.
I'm still sad about Woodford... but it will be waiting in 2006/7...
So my weekend was joyous, full of music and fire and wonderful people, and the nighttime blaze of stars you never get in the city. I watched morris dancers through half closed eyes while napping in the sun, and cried through an exquisite version of one of Alistair Hullett's songs, sung by a young woman from Melbourne. Met the usual assortment of friends and acquaintances (mostly in the long lines for the toilets), and got lots of hugs.
I'm still sad about Woodford... but it will be waiting in 2006/7...