If I ever write my memoir, it will start like this (read it in a Bogart accent):
"It was a dark, moonlit night at Nanga Festival. I was huddled behind a bushland concert venue. The eucalypts were still and eerie in the half-light.
Inside the building I heard deep male voices, performing a strange, troubling and oddly thrilling version of The Teddy Bear's Picnic.
It was time.
As I zipped up my golden, furry bearsuit, and prepared to storm the stage (to be later tempted off with a cookie), I reflected on how different life had become, since I first met the Spooky Men."
I'm in WA with Ryan, and have been doing some gigs supporting the Spooky Men of the West ... gigs with unexpected fringe benefits. Doing a gig is already pretty good. But doing a gig AND I get to wear a bear suit? Priceless.
There were many great adventures over on the UK Spooky Tour, which everyone is almost now back from. The blokes were amazing, and very well-received in England, Scotland and Wales. My gigs went well too. Fave moments included singing Brocklevoons with the Spooky Men and having a whole hall of 150 people jumping up and down, and also seeing the marvellous countryside in Wales. Also loved getting the news that Brocklevoons won a Grand Prize in Session 1 of the Children's Section of the John Lennon Songwriting Contest.
It was all awesome over there, but I'm happy to be back in Australia, writing again and staying in one place for a while. How happy? This happy:
cheers and cookies
Kate
