Found a poster in the dark sector
This marks the third time this week that I’ve attended a live concert. Three times more than the rest of the year. Could it be that I’m turning into a showgoer, or a “patron of the arts”? Or is this just the result of opportunity presenting itself while I’m in a fragile state, a.k.a. “on vacation”?
Actually, I started the afternoon by giving moral support to my cousin, while she tried to marry a television and a DVD player, using a universal remote control. Is thare any other device so poorly named? After you’ve pushed a button sequence reminiscent of Simon, and waited while the scan of 142 different possible model numbers comes up with –blank-. Universally reviled, perhaps.
The show tonight was presented in a renovated cinema in Souris, and headlined Margie Carmichael. Disclaimer: I’ve known Margie for a long time. Further disclaimer: I’ll travel far for talent.
Songs, stories, a great rapport with the other musicians onstage; stir gently and create a tasty plate of Island entertainment. My only disappointment was that there so few seats taken in the theatre.
I’d found out, by accident, about the date and time. We’d gone for groceries, and headed down into the darkened section of the mall. I tend to read bulletin boards, even when there’s barely enough lght to touch my nose, and I’d spotted a poster that mentioned 8 p.m. today. Took a copy of the poster back to the campground, in case there were others in need of a plan. We arrived with only minutes to spare, and still had our choice of seats (although I wasn’t permitted to sit in the middle of the performers).
And now we’re back, and the rumour is that we’ll have a personal campfire almost anytime now. Must go.
