I have been meaning to update you on the performance workshop run by Nathan Curnow that I attended at the weekend, but life has been getting in the way. As it does so efficiently.
The workshop was excellent. I came away with questions answered and a general feeling that I am on the right track. But the best part, which is the reason I so love a workshop, is that I came away with several ideas for new pieces. Nathan had us write twice and I'm certain I'll pursue the first piece I started and am sure there is at least a good idea in the second piece. Then, waiting for the train, and then on it, I made notes about more ideas, and filled several pages in my notebook (about 8 I think). Just when I thought I'd finished making notes for the trip, a moronic passenger inspired a new one, his behaviour fitting perfectly with something we'd discussed in the workshop. And there was just enough time to scribble before I had to get off.
Unfortunately I haven't yet found my way back to the notes, as I've been getting ready for this weekend. Also because we've had a house full of coughers and, in case it wasn't enough, one of the cars has gone for a repair today and will need to stay overnight. I'm really hoping it will be ready early afternoon tomorrow, or else I'll need to use public transport to get home after the 15 Minutes of Fame at the City Library. When you live where I do, a 7.35pm train takes me to a 9pm bus, which lets me off a mere 15 minute walk (with only the occasional streetlight) from home at about 9.30pm. One of the more unpleasant aspects of living in the bush.
Although the hour-plus train-writing time will make it all worthwhile.