Final Folklife preparations!
Tomorrow I'm playing for one of the first dances of this year's Northwest Folklife Festival, the gigantic cultural shindig in Seattle that a friend of mine once called "The high holy days of our sect."
This is the FIRST year I'm 'officially' performing, instead of just busking, so it's the first year I officially get all the official perks instead of borrowing a friends badge and unofficially getting all the official perks.
I'm playing with my friend Jesse (whom I've been jamming with for ages) and old-pro guitarist Jay, who has more years than both of us put together and provies rock solid rhythm*. We've had a BLAST at rehearsals (All three of them, not counting the spur-of-the-moment 'ah, why not?' 2 hour one where we recorded the demo); it's gonna be GREAT. And we're only playing four contras and a waltz (A WALTZ WHICH I WROTE HOT DAMN), so it's not the endurance event playing for a 'real' contra dance is.
Anyway.
Anyway.
Things to pack. Things to do. Mend the tie-dye dress. Mend the tie-dye thigh-highs. Reassure tumblr that I do not, in fact, plan on wearing two clashing tie-dye articles at the same time, and that the dress is really very tasteful. (The thigh-highs are another matter, but who could possibly resist rainbow tie-dye thigh-high socks? NO ONE REASONABLE, THAT'S WHO).
*He can tell metronome numbers by watching his hand move while strumming. Dude's serious.
This is the FIRST year I'm 'officially' performing, instead of just busking, so it's the first year I officially get all the official perks instead of borrowing a friends badge and unofficially getting all the official perks.
I'm playing with my friend Jesse (whom I've been jamming with for ages) and old-pro guitarist Jay, who has more years than both of us put together and provies rock solid rhythm*. We've had a BLAST at rehearsals (All three of them, not counting the spur-of-the-moment 'ah, why not?' 2 hour one where we recorded the demo); it's gonna be GREAT. And we're only playing four contras and a waltz (A WALTZ WHICH I WROTE HOT DAMN), so it's not the endurance event playing for a 'real' contra dance is.
Anyway.
Anyway.
Things to pack. Things to do. Mend the tie-dye dress. Mend the tie-dye thigh-highs. Reassure tumblr that I do not, in fact, plan on wearing two clashing tie-dye articles at the same time, and that the dress is really very tasteful. (The thigh-highs are another matter, but who could possibly resist rainbow tie-dye thigh-high socks? NO ONE REASONABLE, THAT'S WHO).
*He can tell metronome numbers by watching his hand move while strumming. Dude's serious.