Day 458: Excursion

Too many days gone by, cooked with sun, not blessed with blogtime. As always, there have been very many wonderful little gifts of love and wonder (oh god, what a hippy I've become!). True, though.

Maybe I'm particularly womby at the moment; a number of them were to do with children (and the inevitable bouts of dog joy, so maybe that's just so, not to do with that at all). The first was a skinny superman of about 5 years old, strutting all proud and clear through the streets. I loved watching him. He was so not superman, and so perfect. 

The following day, just before I had a wonderful coaching call sitting in the sun in Preston Park, I watched a very small girl fearlessly try to wrench her ball from the jaws of a dog. It was only a little dog - a Jack Russell - but that means nothing. They can be tenacious little fuckers. She had the best toddler walk, all lurch and nappy-wide staggering. She used it a lot. A little later, a collie came. She was determined to pet it, so she followed it doggedly. Thanks to her gait and her persistence, I suspect that for the dog, it was a bit like being chased by a relentless zombie. The stuff of its high-barking nightmares later in the day. 

The call was fabulous, the coach a real delight, the findings/decisions/realisations profound. It was followed by an offer for which I am very grateful. I'm chewing, and the taste is one of being blessed. 

Excursions did another FFFFFucking excellent night on Thursday. Honestly, go to their next one. www.excurs.io will tell you when and where. The band (Unexpected Guests) are all truly stunning musicians. They're a delight to watch play. Their enjoyment is tangible and their beats are, as Rob would put it, 'dope'. They're MC'd by Dave Waller, the coolest Cornish rapper there ever was, funny, instant, joyful and cool. Then they get a hip-hop act to play with them. Most of these bands, it seems, have never/rarely had the experience of playing with a live band, and it's a success for everyone. 

Scary talent

On Thursday, it was Caxton Press. The girl's voice, and her passion in using it, made it blow-away brilliant. Same with the band. The way they moved, all of them. The way they loved the music with their whole bodies and total focus. Blew me away. 

I got chatted up by a slowly drunker punter, and flirted with by another, which was, I dunno, sweet. I wasn't in the least bit interested, but it was nice to have the experience, I suppose. A little tedious when I was trying to watch the band, but there you go. My internal dialogue made me laugh. I seem to be obsessed with how old I am. In my head, I kept saying 'I probably could have borne you', which wouldn't have been helpful, or particularly relevant really. 

Voice and attitude to die for

What I was delighted by was the realisation that I was really comfortable being there effectively alone (the people I knew were on stage or looking after the band). It's partly because I had a role... I didn't feel that I should be with anyone particularly, because I was doing the door. Maybe I can hook into the 'role' energy when I need to do something I'm socially scared of. Maybe I must. 

One thing I must do is post this and get back to Ruth, who's in a hospital just around the corner. I suspect she'll be proper awake now. Time to go.