Damn, I just wrote a nice long post about being at Woodford, and then lost it. Bugger.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I'm sitting in the Green Room, waiting to be paid... The dudes from Tripod are sitting nearby, as are many other prominent musicians and circus types. There's a wonderful jam session happening in a corner centred on Liz Frencham.
It's wet, and when the rain stops, it's steamy, which was very exotic for a while for a dessicated Canberra chick but not anymore. Now I'm counting down the days to a dry towel and bed. I've abandoned my crocs, now I'm wearing blundstones (?sp) with nice dry socks so that my feet avoid foot rot.
My classes have been great on the whole, once I'd overcome a few obstacles. The kids classes have been the best; I love what kids do when you chuck some ideas and materials at them.
I've seen some good music & acts, many by accident. Last night a big group of us wandered around the festival in fancy dress. My costume was a slinky frock layered on long trousers plus a long curly irridescent red wig, a cowboy hat and a pig snout.
I went to Jen Cloher's NY gig and danced barefoot down the front, to the side with my back to the audience. At one point I spun around and the woman dancing behind me screamed at the sight of my pig snout. Then we laughed together heartily. Nothing like a shock :)
Last night tonight, then it's back to the real world, for better or for worse. We're going to nip into the Asia-Pacific Triennial in Brisbane and then head to the sodden climes of Kyogle for a few days before meandering home by next weekend.
And then the busy-ness starts afresh, so I'll be doing some heavy duty lolling over the next week.
Hope your heads don't hurt too much, see you in the soup (eventually).