Last night's gig at Viva Viva was an oddball one. There was hardly anyone there- the venue has been taken over and hence the last minute nature of things. The new promoter is really nice and bought us all drinks (a first for Viva Viva I think).
Rowen was in her element- her voice is sounding great. She has a huge voice in her tiny frame and sings spot-in-tune all the time which is incredible. Not being a piano-player, I am full of admiration for the way people can play and sing at the same time- a bit like complicated driving or something. Rowen also has a way with words- 'champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends' was a phrase that particularly caught my ear!
Her songs are like short, dark stories, full of rhythmic changes and little details in musical punctuation that make them stand far above the crowd. It was a real pleasure to hear her play a full set.
I wasn't so impressed with me. After a week of injuries (eye op on Monday followed by a horrible tummy bug that meant I had to retreat home from work on Tuesday and go back in today to catch up), I played a below-par performance. It was still good to have done it though, as the sound in Viva Viva is great and it's always good to be able to hear what's going on.
Diana turned up for the last song, bless her little cotton socks!
I was hoping to go to the Rodchenko and Popova exhibition today (it ends tomorrow) but I'm feeling too feeble. I was going to go to Borough Market too. Instead, I will sit at the table and listen to some of the 52 songs I have to grade. If it's nice tomorrow I might go to the V&A in my best clothes and pose. If not, I will sit in the kitchen in my dungarees and com-pose. Much the same thing, in some people's books!
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