Bredonborough Waking from a nightmare
12.14
Bredonborough.
Waking from a nightmare, well, not quite a nightmare, of present-day performing in Japan with the KC 1981 line-up. There were problems, as is usually the case with KC dreams: I was not onstage while the other Crims were on, playing TOAPP. And I couldn’t remember my part in any case.
To the balcony of Blower’s with the Weekend FT I…
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Flower baskets have been delivered by the town council & are now hanging from buildings in town, a welcome sight.
Shopping on the High Street, with two chance conversations of the local kind.
Off to Bath c. 14.30.
00.22 Leaving c. 14.35 & arriving ahead of time at the Spiegeltent.
The event is billposted as eclectic guitar with sax…
… in all the town’s most visited locations…
… alongside the free-testing available to young persons for sexually transmitted diseases poster.
Within the boundary of the football field…
… the Spiegeltent is situated I…
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Early-arrival provided an opportunity for meditation between a lorry & the boundary fence.
Soundcheck commencing 17.00ish I…
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Your pal & mine, dear old Mr. Stormy, is our today-assistant Road Dog to Trev.
Once again the same conversation, as at just about every venue, with the lighting person. The conversation comes down to this: I really do understand your concerns with lighting, but it would really be so much better if I shine light directly in your eyes. This translates as: I may and/or may not understand your concerns with lighting, but I have no inclination or intention to do anything that privileges your interests above mine. You’re only the performer: and I work here.
Onstage punctually at 21.00 to a good house; alternatively rendered, a good tent. Tents are very different performance spaces to churches. Most enjoyable subjectively, although who knows? Probably, no lives were changed radically & forever, as is the case with some performances. But, for a life that did not shift trajectory to a closer embrace with its destiny, hopefully a good place to continue living for an hour and ten minutes.
Leaving c. 22.50 & arriving home c. 00.05. The Minx & WillyFred were standing at the open back door, both waiting to be kissed.
A wonderful returning-home moment.
