Two past lives have returned. I followed up an agency enquiry from a satisfied client from the last millennium. Hopefully a gig will result, as 'Spicy Advice' are just the ticket for a family house party in the weeks before Christmas. With all the waiting and wondering, and musicians holding one engagement while waiting for news from another, it was a reminder of why I am no longer an entertainment agent; that and the memory of isolation and no real money, never mind promise of a residual income.
Meanwhile, back in Josephus; there's nearly a quarter of Jewish Antiquities to go and Herod has already built the Temple.
It was heartening to know that the Brasserie in Kidderminster want the Gondoliers back for an Italian night next March. Fortunately I keep my voice in fairly regular exercise at Southwell.
Yesterday's Eng. Lit. lesson brought a pleasant surprise; an intro. by the students to a new (for me) author and book. Angela Carter's 'Wise Children' is a novel written as the memoirs of twin chorus dancers looking back on their 75 years from the perspective of 1989. The snatches of songs, the furnishings, the dress, and habits described from the 20s and 30s are redolent of the domestic backdrop of my 50s childhood.
Nan would sing 'See me Dance the Polka' , an early dance school favourite of the twins. One girl had a quickie with a free Pole. Mum married one. Went back today for salsa, complete with own sound system; a more formal, and more productive lesson than last week. Anna is superb as a demo. partner and deserved her round of applause. Last night's dancing at the 'Up and Down Under Bar' did not produce a better partner than Anna, though that balletic, flamboyant Chilean lady is most intriguing.
Now, before prep. for my birthday treat w/e (thanks Lorna and Tariq), must address myself to label printing and business card ordering, tray clearing, list making; or I really will be flat broke.
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