hey folks,
woo, this picture thing is fun! i’ve popped a couple in today.
in concession to having to record on my birthday( and really, what better gift is that anyway, duh?!), i decided to have a week long celebration i am now naming, martini week. i intend to hold this festival every year, as it makes too much sense not to. what with cocktail menus the way they are these days…. people bending over backwards to make the world’s most original martini…..let them try and i’ll be the judge of that.
can’t decide between an old favourite, lychee infused vodka martini, and a new discovery, frangelico martini.
all that i am sure of is that you can’t have too many…. two is really about it, which makes me feel moderate and somewhat superior in my restraint….. it’s really just vanity that stops me from going the extra mile, as i don’t want to become a mumbling martini meanderer, weaving and drooling my way to a cab.
i did have a wonderful week of official and unofficial birthday get-togethers.
in light of that, i can’t believe i found the time to complain that apparently i don’t have any friends and no-one loves me….. and, of course, nobody understands…
if i put a prayer out there to be hammered repeatedly over the head with the confirmation that such sulking was uncalled for and such wild claims unfounded and positively untruthful, then i copped a beating.
on top of having a week of parties, each night with a different group of wonderful friends, i also found and reinforced my latest ‘girl crush’. nothing revives and rejuvenates a 34 year old birthday girl, better than a brand new best friend. sigh.
i tried to put a pic in here of she and i at the castlemaine music festival, with our legs tucked into enormous fluoro safety jackets, doing our best oompa loompa imitations, but the file was too big :(
it’s like falling in love, when you have that first moment with a new friend and you both admit that you really like each other with sheepish grins. i believe we may have been the most annoying people at the festival, laughing the entire time, talking when we shouldn’t have been, and generally ignoring everybody else.
the festival went for two days. i slept in a tent for the first time in a good ten, fifteen, maybe twenty years! avoiding bull ants, waking to magpie calls, covered in dirt from head to toe and a tongue like a wooly blanket from the day before….. charming. i loved it!
in the past six months, i’ve been bush more times than i ever have. all that time touring, seeing lots of cities and sights, but not often off the beaten track, then living in l.a. for 9 years. i’ve been everywhere, but out the backdoor and into my own country’s bushland. in all honesty, i may not have appreciated it then as much as i am now.
i’ve been spending a lot of time up at lake eildon, also. fulfilling my lack of countryside exposure and conquering my fear of bodies of water, in one. here’s a pic of me swimming in the lake without fear even though i am unable to put my feet comfortingly on it’s grimey carp-ridden bottom.
i am realising how important it is to ‘put back into the pot’ (a term for topping up your creative juices by natural stimuli like a film, a country drive or even a nice cup of tea with a good friend….. nothing to do with toilets, marijuana or the size of a glass of beer in melbourne) and it has served me well this year with the amount of writing and recording i have managed to birth, as a result.
looking forward to the show tonight…. i have a special guest getting up to sing with me (perhaps a future new ‘girl crush’?). treats!!!
thank you for all my birthday greetings, i felt completely foolish after my big sook.
lots of love,
ang x
p.s. the other shot is from the four hours sleep gig last month. can anyone remember the lyrics?
