The Arts Festival, now called the Ferry Fringe, is stirring into action in quite a powerful way; it’s now combined with a beer festival and a continental street market, and as a chairman who knows nobody and nothing about the town, I’m receiving an education in local politics.
On Saturday night I played a local music night in a church, invited by Arts Festival contacts; the audience were virtually all aged 60 or over, but they seemed quite happy to listen to Nicole, Crying in the Street and I’ll Be Back.There were lots of them, and they were very friendly. I played alongside a church ‘rock’ band, a folk duo, two operatic singers using backing tracks, and a jive dance class. Music has led me along some strange paths.
Reminds me of the Buddhist vacuum cleaner – it comes with no attachments.