This is my week of music, and it started on the weekend.
It's going from the ridiculous to the sublime.
Friday there's a Taylor Swift Tribute concert in Northcote. I'm not Taylor Swift's greatest fan, I don't mind her stuff, but it's a bit poppy for me, Regardless, the acts that are playing - Alex the Astronaut, Kate Miller-Heidke, Lisa Miller... Australian artists I like, I'll go for that. Plus, it's a night out with the girls from the retreats - always good value.
Thursday is Robbie Williams at AAMI Park. I've never been into AAMI Park, but I do like Robbie Williams. It will take me back to the 90s, probably like everybody else in the audience. I'm told he puts on a great show. I'm taking over a ticket that Jay's friend forgot about before booking a ticket to Bali.
Wednesday is going to be great. Another Talking Heads tragic and I are heading to the Nova to see Jonathan Demme's Stop Making Sense. I've seen many clips from this, but never the whole movie. I can't wait. Stop Making Sense is one of my most favourite albums. Seminal album from a stellar band. (and yes, I can sing the whole thing - my friend has been warned.)
Tomorrow night is book group.
Tonight, I'm having a nice, quiet one.
Yesterday, was support a friend day. My darling cat sitter is in a choir. She talks about it a lot and yesterday, they were putting on a recital at the Brunswick Ballroom. I've had demos of a lot of the songs from her over the last year, and being a supportive friend, I made my way out to Sydney Road for the concert.
They were really good. Sure, it's a mob of boomers singing, but they were happy boomers, and they were in tune. I know a couple of other choir members. Another friend of friends and an old workmate. They had a blast. And the songs were great. I was keen to see what they were going to do with Lou Reed - and they did a great version of Satellite of Love, although they didn't have to wear the 3D glasses to be effective. I also loved how they put Julia Gillard's Misogyny Speech to Donna Summer's I Will Survive.
My friend has been at me to join the choir. I can't sing. Not worth the trouble. Another funny moment came when she introduced me to some other choir members. I was introduced as "Lucifer's Mum." She'd told them all about my funny little black cat who was sitting in her cupboard.
Lucifer's Mum. Phah!
Then there was the tap dancing.
I went on spec.
I went because I wanted to catch up with a friend.
I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into. If I'd know that this was an all-ages tap dance school in the end of year show
There is a reason why people tap dance. I think it has something to do with the fact that it's just a little ridiculous. I mean, you go out there in noisy shoes and dance in unison to old songs.
It didn't go on for long.
People were enjoying themselves - that's the main thing.
And it didn't go on for long.
But some marijuana would have helped.
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