Kiss me crazy

Well as promised, even exceeding promises, the last two days have been absolutely ridiculous. The piece went quite well on Wednesday night. It was so much fun; just that strange absurd 'why am I sight reading on melodica and drinking wine that cost me 10 cents  right now' kind of fun. Whenever I drink my love for art and music expands dramatically to exceed the general confines of sanity, and I find myself watching my friends drip pink dye into a vase of water and stand before impossibly colourful projections playing beautiful music and thinking that this really is just it, just everything, that I could ever want. 

Here is the first 2/3 of the piece if you would like to see!

Yesterday was, in a word, eventful. 

Our uni class went to the Ian Potter Gallery at Melbourne Uni for some vocal improvisation fun in the reverbalicious rooms there. This was quite beautiful and the pieces we created were rich and delicious and everything was great until our entire uni class - 17 adults - plus our lecturer and two other people got stuck in a very small, very hot elevator. Curled up in a little ball at everyone's feet, with Lewis by my side, I went into that very private world of my own racing heartbeat and shallow breath until we were freed, and blinking, stepping out into the sun, I decided that right then and there, uni was not the place I wanted to be, sitting static in a lecture theatre under fluorescent lights and behind no windows. So Lewis and I skipped class for the afternoon and, with a still-fluttering pulse from the lift ordeal, we slept on the couch in front of The Brady Bunch, with the spring sun pouring generously and sweetly into the lounge room.

stuck in a lift help help

house of comPosers on wednesday night