The house concert went damn well. I'm delighted with how neatly things worked out: aside from my housemates and the entertainers themselves, twenty-one people came as audience members, which is exactly the right size of crowd to pack our living room. We opening acts sounded pretty good, and the Banjo Apocalypse Crinoline Troubadours were fabulous: a really well-chosen mixture of original songs, poems, group spoken pieces, and storytelling. They're working on a song cycle or ballad opera, "Ballads from a Distant Star," (correct me if I'm wrong,
csecooney), and I cannot get enough of it. The more I hear of it, the more I want.
There was this one time last fall when
csecooney, her mom, and some other friends all came to hear me do a ghost tour, and I told them about the Burke and Hare murders where one of the victims was called "Daft Jamie." That resonated with C. enough that she wrote a song about a character with the same name (a song where he lives--SPOILER). I love this.
The Banjo Apocalypse Crinoline Troubadours plus family and two other friends of mine all stayed over at the Buttery. Hey, people, I miss you already. *air smooches* I went to the Friday portion of Readercon, thanks to the encouragement of
the_termagant, and then to dinner with various cool folks from the con on Saturday night. We all managed to pack a lot of living into a short amount of time.