Today I will give a performance in a Yoga Convention.
Really! I'm even listen in the programme. 21:00.
That's one of the greatest thing about performing with dancers – you never know where you'll get next, and you get to perform in places never visited by more conventional musicians. Unless, of course, they happen to be also Yoga bears. Or tree huggers. Or Dancers. Or Really Weird People.
It is safe to assume that most dancers will claim that it is the musicians who are the really weird people, but we, readers and writers of this journal, know better.
I think.
A special bonus to the readers of this journal:
An improvised dance accompanied by live and improvised music created on the spot by your humble servant, who happened to sit just where the camera didn't catch him. Was he lucky? Are you? Find out in this fascinating video!
They've got to get to a show like 80 hours earlier, and expect everybody to come as well to listen to about 80,000 sounds-checks that sounds the SAME.
Pffff.
Actually, I don't mind if me and the soundman are the one ones present in the soundcheck. If the dancers complain, afterwards, that they heard nothing, or – more commonly – that the volume was too high – well, serves them right…