The performer out there takes the risk. If the lights should go out, if the roof, the electricity, the sound fail, I can still perform and hold the audience in the dark, without any trimmings. It’s a fascinating, lonely place.
Continue ReadingThe world’s on fire, doors open at eight. History repeats itself, this August we do too. Survival’s overpriced, joy – interrupted. Twenty-five years of bad timing. Worst possible time for a celebration. Best possible time to refuse to look away. Great sense of timing. Bad sense of timing. Both true — persistent defiance. Twenty-five years of proof. Is it enough? No. So we’re still here. Are we tired? Yes. So we’re still here. Resilience has a price. Is it worth paying? Watch us! Twenty-five for twenty-five. Show up or it doesn’t count!
