spooky events in adelaide
When touring performers come home and tell the tales of their adventures, they (we) can make the most dismal of gigs sound like a huge event only ever before seen in the likes of Wembley Stadium.
We're going to be honest here.
We played at the SA Folk Centre tonight, and Six People Turned Up. Six. S - I - X.
There were another five or so staff, and the three of us as well, so that's Almost A Crowd.
Nevertheless, we had a great time. Let me tell you why...
The guy who does the food at the Folk Centre - a young gentleman called James - was evidently sent to us through a portal to a parallel universe. One in which people (apart from Terry) can tell the difference between a Renaissance guitar and a vihuela. James knew the bass part (and all the other parts as well) to some of our early music repertoire, so we got him up on stage to sing with us.
This does not happen every day. Sure, people sing along with us to Hard Times or Old Blevins, but we're talking about a 1528 Parisien chanson here.
The new lineup.
James sings (and plays) in a three piece called Wol (read your Winnie The Pooh). Two girls with shortish hair and one guy with long hair. They sing three part arrangements ranging from early music to pop. Sound familiar?
The final piece in the freak-puzzle dropped when we realised he knew many of the African songs we used to sing in the Solidarity Choir.
So we ended the evening sitting around singing four-part harmony with the cook, and then helping him with his neglected washing up (come on, there were six people, that's not much washing up).
And tomorrow night we're going to Do Stuff. Hang Out. Sing Siyahamba.
We're going to be honest here.
We played at the SA Folk Centre tonight, and Six People Turned Up. Six. S - I - X.
There were another five or so staff, and the three of us as well, so that's Almost A Crowd.
Nevertheless, we had a great time. Let me tell you why...
The guy who does the food at the Folk Centre - a young gentleman called James - was evidently sent to us through a portal to a parallel universe. One in which people (apart from Terry) can tell the difference between a Renaissance guitar and a vihuela. James knew the bass part (and all the other parts as well) to some of our early music repertoire, so we got him up on stage to sing with us.
This does not happen every day. Sure, people sing along with us to Hard Times or Old Blevins, but we're talking about a 1528 Parisien chanson here.
The new lineup.
James sings (and plays) in a three piece called Wol (read your Winnie The Pooh). Two girls with shortish hair and one guy with long hair. They sing three part arrangements ranging from early music to pop. Sound familiar?
The final piece in the freak-puzzle dropped when we realised he knew many of the African songs we used to sing in the Solidarity Choir.
So we ended the evening sitting around singing four-part harmony with the cook, and then helping him with his neglected washing up (come on, there were six people, that's not much washing up).
And tomorrow night we're going to Do Stuff. Hang Out. Sing Siyahamba.
2 Comments:
Sounds fantastic! Glad you're having a good tour despite hiccups. At least is TWICE as many as two and a dog (or three times as many if yo're speciesist.)
On one reading (the one that first occurred to me), in that parallel universe everyone BUT Terry knows about vijuelas. It's interesting to think what Terry's into in that universe. Motorcycles & heavy metal, I reckon.
New look!!! When did you cut your hair Kate?? It looks amazing but it is hard to think of you without that wonderful tumble of multicoloured hair.
Jen
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