The camera is nodding
It’s easy – like one two three
And if there is a way
To find you – I will find you
Festival time is my favourite time.
Months of rehearsal slipping through your fingers on the stage. Last minute script changes, diva tantrums, late night confessions, insights inspired by sleep-deprived delusions, friendships made, flirtations indulged, collaborations plotted, bonds strengthened.
Discovering incredible new artists and shows and ideas.
The precious, lazily excited feeling of high school summer holidays. (Diluted somewhat if you’re festival-ing in your own town and have to get to work the next morning).
Riding along the bike path after the late show, with the smell of jasmine hanging heavy in the daylight-saved evening.
Gutter mouth kisses which say ‘I’m fucking well alive, and so are you, sweetheart.’
This shit is what I live for.