Sunday, 19 July 2009

Wagons

It was cold and raining at 9pm last night. PJ and I were in the bath, contemplating whether to go out or not. Wagons were playing in town and we wanted to go see them. It was a great show! We drank champagne and danced and sang and were so glad we made the effort to go.

There's nothing quite like seeing people doing what they're meant to be doing. The band members were all great, but frontman Henry Wagons' performance was inspired.

I turned 35 and a half yesterday and as I sat there in the dark watching the band, I was conscious of this demi-milestone. I listened and thought about listening, and how hard it can sometimes feel, despite the privilege of a loving family and a good education, to listen to yourself and to believe that your tiny little seed will one day flower.

3 comments:

eddy carroll said...

Hmmmm,
I think I know what you mean Meg.
When I see a great 'something'
I feel a mix of being a part of it
objectively and subjectively.
Sometimes when I hear a beautiful voice
or chords
I think ' that sound is what I want to be able create visually'
or 'why cant I express how I feel. like that'.

..but despite all of the above
you are a flower.

Leonie Guld said...

How could you resist having a listen to the when they are described as Melodramatic Popular Song /Rock / Tango....What a mix. Thanks

Leonie Guld said...

I think Pamela May is my fav..