Month: December 2011

I knew Woodford would be a whirlwind, but…WHIRL. WIND. I don’t really know how to be coherent on this subject, not the least reason of which is that as I type this on day 5, I am suffering from the festival-wide epidemic known to locals as “Woodford brain”, so instead let me turn to my trusty pal, the bullet point, to help me on. Highlights thus far: gigs on The Mystery Bus have been seriously lovely. I ADORE the intimacy of performing in such a small (and air-conditioned) space. For those of you yet to experience it, the audience comes…

Dear lovely person reading this blog, (Note: this greeting does take for granted that you are, in fact, lovely. If you are not, then by all means insert your own descriptor of choice, I am not precious.) I am having a beyond amazing time here at the fest, a time which I very much wish to share with you like some razzle dazzle virus. However, as you may have noticed I am having probs for some reason with my blog posting weird combos of photos, etc….agh! So sorry, I am blogging from my phone you see, for the first time…

UPDATE: Agh. Did I really write “from 2012?” I suck. I mean, the fact that a human being arrived in 2011 just last week claiming to be from the future is just sheer coincidence I tell you! Coincidence! Move along now. Ehem. Ehem. Ehem. You know, it’s funny how family life can be so ridiculously busy and full and stressful and chaotic that at the end of the year, you can actually think it was kinda crap. But then I got looking through my photo roll of the year that was and realised actually, it was pretty damn cool. Then…